Waiting around was frustrating, but she learned years earlier when she was on the blasted horcrux hunt with Harry and Ron that war was almost entirely made up of long stretches of waiting for something to happen and short bursts of violent activity thrown in. And that was in a normal war. All of the signs seemed to point to the fact that the war hadn't even really started yet. Antonin confided to her in the privacy of their borrowed bedroom that there had been little to no action so far. No one had claimed the leadership of the regime. Their home being attacked was the only bit of open violence in the month since the Dark Lord died. But they all knew that when it finally happened, when someone finally decided to declare themselves the new Dark Lord, all Hell would break loose.