Realizing that laying in bed wasn't going to help her relax at all, Hermione rose and crossed to the window. Moonlight lit up the countryside. It would be the Full Moon soon. Just days away. She wondered how Fenrir was faring. Months had passed since she'd had any contact with the werewolf. That was likely for the best. She could only imagine how uncomfortable Antonin's return visit to his cottage was days after he almost caught her tied up on his bedroom floor. Even if he was an ally they could rely on in the coming fight, she didn't think her husband would be interested in cultivating that relationship. Only in desperation would he seek out the werewolf for his assistance or ask his wife to do so on his behalf.