On her first day in his home, she naively expected to be fed and given the opportunity to wash her body. Weeks of filth still clung to every pore. She knew that she had a pungent odor. No one, not even someone who had spent fifteen years in Azkaban, could stand to be around her in that state for any length of time. So, when Antonin led her into his kitchen where a large meal was laid out on his table under a stasis spell, Hermione felt her stomach growl and ache for the sustenance it could smell. One step towards the food without permission earned her a hex to the gut that sent her toppling to the floor.