Friday passed quickly to her great relief. She was exhausted. There had been little time to sleep the night before. Not that she was complaining. The Antonin she was with was much more pleasant to be around than some of his other personalities. Stifling yet another yawn, Hermione checked the time. It was late enough in the day that no one would blame her for going home. As she arranged the files she'd been reviewing in neat stacks, a knock at the door annoyed her. It would be just her luck to be stopped by some worthless visitor moments before she was free of the horrid place for two full days.