Moments later he left through the front door. Hermione continued sipping at her tea for several minutes, wondering just what the hell was going on. An idea came to her that made her set her cup down. If her husband was planning to be gone for a few days, he wouldn't miss what he didn't know she knew he had down in the basement. She didn't waste another moment descending the stairs into the darkness. Afraid at first that he might have taken the Cloak of Invisibility with him on his trip, she sighed in relief when she saw the silvery fabric still resting in the top of the trunk she'd seen it in days earlier. As a non-verbal promise to her husband to not run off again any time soon, she'd emptied out her beaded bag and left it in a drawer in the lounge. Once she was back upstairs, she tucked Harry's cloak inside and put the bag in her pocket back where it belonged.