Just before noon on the Saturday following the tragic demise of their master, Hermione and Antonin moved around their bedroom, dressing in their finest and most somber robes, and prepared themselves for the event they were sure to never be able to forget. Though she'd been furious to know that she was expected to attend, she could see the reasoning behind the demand. They had to be seen as being not only loyal to the Dark Lord, but loyal to each other. The days ahead were sure to be fraught with danger. It would be easier if they faced it together.