Remembering how he threw her over his shoulder to carry up the stairs to his private room just a short time ago, he winked. Hermione snorted. Maybe she hadn't been at the last several meetings, but she knew what they entailed. They were all alike. Knowing that Antonin was no longer being as clandestine in his efforts to ensure he had enough support to throw their master over was a bit of a surprise. Of course he'd spoken to her in whispers in the privacy of their own bed. Outside of that sanctuary, however, he was more careful.