She didn't remember how the argument started in their bedroom. Likely it was something ridiculous that made very little sense when it was all over. At her first glimpse of herself in her husband's memory, Hermione felt ashamed. Even at a distance across the room she could see her eyes were glazed and her movements sluggish thanks to the potions she sipped to help her get through the stress of her days. Maybe she wasn't taking as many a day back then as she did when she killed the horrid cow, but it was still embarrassing. She screamed at Antonin like a madwoman, throwing any object within hand's reach at him as he tried to get her to calm down.