Feeling his anger rising, Antonin chose to remove himself from the awkward conversation before it got any worse. Following a quick shower while his wife continued to stew in her anger in bed, he rushed out of the house for yet another morning. Perhaps this was going to be their life from now on. She and Oliver would be forced to hide under protective wards. Maybe not always in their Hogsmeade home. It was possible that after the foul stench of the dungeons quarters belonging to the deceased Dark Lord was eradicated, they would be moved into the castle on a permanent basis. As much as she once loved Hogwarts, making it into her prison again was going to be miserable. She hoped that this was all just temporary until the line of succession was decided. This was no way to live.