She wouldn't be able to sit still until she had answers. Making the decision that she would return to the scene of her last crime to either find Ginny or find some possession she could use to track the witch, Hermione stood up from the table where her breakfast lay untouched for another day. Stress made her stomach clench up and made it impossible to swallow. Already she could feel her clothes growing loose on her again. Clearly living a life away from Antonin's regular meals was wreaking havoc on her body once more. Sometimes she wondered how she was able to survive an entire year on her own. It hardly seemed possible.