It was cold in here, Hermione thought, her heart aching for Ron as she and Arthur followed the guard into the same wing Antonin had been held in the following day.  Shivering, she pulled her heavy wool winter robe closer around her as the guard opened a cell a few doors down from where Antonin had been.  She could feel the difference in the place without him here, though she’d never been specifically aware of his presence as she was with her other soulbinds when he’d been here.  Now that he wasn’t, though, she could feel it.  The place felt even colder and more desolate than it had the last time she’d been here.