Oliver's irritated complaint startled Hermione out of her thoughts. She could sympathize with her son. They both were getting sick of their prison. It was hard enough for an adult bored out of her mind, but to expect a growing boy with entirely too much energy to sit quietly in their house all day was unreasonable. She'd tried to explain that to Antonin in one of his short visits home to shower and sleep. All he did was assure her that soon the protective wards wouldn't be necessary. So far there had been no explanation of when soon actually was.