Monday morning began just like every other morning. Hermione was finally settling into something resembling a routine. She shared a tense, quiet breakfast with Antonin just like old times. He didn't return again until very late the previous night when she was already in bed. Never one to share too much unless he'd been drinking, he gave her no details about his trip to the castle or what happened when he was finished. With a perfunctory kiss to her cheek, he left only minutes before Hermione headed to the Ministry.