It was after midnight before the front door opened to admit the master of the house. Thorfinn greeted her with a tight smile. She knew that he was doing his utmost to keep a positive demeanor around her even though he thought they were about to embark on a foolish, dangerous errand. Somehow Hermione just knew that Antonin wasn't dead. Where else would Draco keep him? And why would he be so eager to have her try out the spell in front of him? No doubt he wanted to witness her breakdown when she couldn't get it to work. It was cruel.