It was telling that returning to the Ministry on Monday morning was a relief to Hermione. Being stuck at home with Antonin was miserable. He was still silent about what it was that she'd done to upset him so. Based on his behavior at the end of the reception, she was smart enough to decipher that he'd been less than pleased with her spending even just a few minutes alone with Augustus. Some jealousies would never die, she supposed. It had all been innocent with hundreds of potential witnesses. None of that seemed to matter to her husband. Truthfully, she didn't much care that he wouldn't talk to her. Sometimes that was easier.