After yet another uneventful day at the Ministry of Magic pretending she was actually completing the work she apparently was still getting a paycheck for, Hermione was glad to exit the Atrium out into the streets of London. Waiting for the polyjuice potion to finish brewing might possibly be the one thing that finally pushed her over the edge of the cliff into complete insanity. How did she not remember how frustrating it was to check on the brew every single day and wait? Every single day that passed with the potion still bubbling away in the basement kitchen of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was agony.