The feeling of being absolutely useless was getting to Hermione. There was a time when she was active and productive and actually felt like she was contributing to their society. Of course, her contributions were generally fairly bloody and a lot of people died because of them, but at least she was doing something. Sitting each day in the cottage owned by the brother-in-law she loathed with every fiber of her being unsure how to even fill up the hours was no way to continue to live. As much as she wasn't looking forward to the violence that she was knew was coming, at least then maybe she wouldn't feel like all she did was waste her time. Fighting against Rodolphus and the cretins he'd managed to seduce to his side would at least be somewhat satisfying.