As she stood over the bubbling cauldron placed on the kitchen table of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, she felt calm. Even as she sometimes dreaded the return of the home's master, she knew that for at least a few minutes each day she could be assured that checking on her cauldron would help to settle her nerves. The polyjuice potion was her ticket out of there. Once she had Aberforth safely out of the Ministry, she would leave too. Not just the job she loathed, but the entire life that she built next to her husband.