Once out of the bathtub, Hermione picked her dressing gown off of the sink where she'd laid it to rest. Her brother-in-law watched every single movement she made, no doubt assuming she was going to curse him with her wand if given the chance. Though it bothered her to have him staring at her while she covered her naked body in the dressing gown, she did it anyway. She tied the belt at her waist and dropped the towel that was still wrapped around her to the floor. When she reached into the pocket of the dressing gown, she bit back a string of uncharitable words for her carelessness. She'd left her wand in the pocket of the robes she was wearing before her bath - the robes that were lying in the middle of the bedroom floor. Had she allowed her mind to become so distracted that she let her wand out of her sight for a single second? She wasn't even safe inside the cottage despite Antonin's assurances that she would be.