Antonin's unexplained poor mood persisted the rest of Friday night and well into Saturday leaving his wife confused and more than a little annoyed. Ordinarily, he would give Hermione at least some indication of what was wrong. Was this to be yet another delightful facet of her husband's personality she missed developing over the year she was gone? It seemed that every time she turned around there was something new to discover about the man she thought she knew. Had she really been so out of touch with reality thanks to the illegal potions she used to drink with shocking regularity?