She knew that if she tried to go to bed she would find no rest. Besides having slept for most of the day thanks to the potion she imbibed, her mind wouldn't shut itself off if she tried. As much as she might have hated to admit it, she was worried about Antonin. That was a feeling she was surprised to have for the man. Rest would not be possible until she knew that he was back inside their house, safe and sound. Not for the first time since she returned to Hogsmeade, she reflected on how much had changed in just a few short months. Sipping at a full glass of fire whiskey she poured to calm her nerves, she continued her wait at the kitchen table, hoping that it wouldn't be much longer.