Antonin had only been gone about ten minutes when she made her decision to seek out more information. If he could run off and have his own mysterious meetings and missions, so could she. With Oliver safely tucked away at Hogwarts she wasn't under the same oppressive restrictions that she had been with him in the house. All she had to worry about protecting in that moment was herself and wasn't that what she'd been doing for almost thirty-nine years already? Knowing that he would worry if he returned home to find her gone, she scribbled a quick note to her husband to leave on the kitchen table. It was possible that she would be home long before he returned.