Shortly after they finished their breakfast the morning the previous day, there was a familiar buzzing in Antonin's trousers that brought their pleasant morning to a screeching halt. Thorfinn wouldn't give him any details where either Hermione could hear or anyone else who might've figured out how to charm their mirror to hear all of the conversations. The wizards spoke in a sort of code that made no sense to outside ears. With a swift kiss to her lips, her husband promised her that he would return as soon as he could. Moments later he was rushing out the door with no further explanation.