Disappointed with how she moved across the kitchen, Augustus lowered himself down into a chair at the table with a heavy sigh. Hermione busied her hands with pulling out food from the cupboards to cook. She couldn't trust herself around the wizard. There was too much history there. Neither of them spoke for several minutes, but she could feel his eyes watching her every move. Only when she laid a plate in front of the man and reached for his potions did she speak. All she could think of was the explosion. She still didn't know the details.