No matter what she tried to do that morning, she couldn't get her mind off of anything other than the stupid dead bitch her husband was obsessed with. As much as Hermione tried to behave as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she couldn't focus on anything but the argument she had with Antonin the day before. She hated the woman and was far from sorry that she was dead, but she wanted to know more, wanted to know what happened. Why was Antonin so convinced that she was the one responsible? She briefly considered asking Rabastan what he knew about the case. That thought was quickly squashed. He would be more apt to use her lack of knowledge against her than he would be to help solve the mystery.