After another day stuck in the freezing cellar trying to keep warm, Hermione could understand her husband's obsessive need to build up the fires in their home to a stifling degree. It was an annoyance that she'd learned to live with. Fifteen years in the wizarding prison Azkaban made it so Antonin's biggest fear was never being warm again. She'd only suffered for a few days in conditions that were surely not really as extreme and she worried about the same. How could he have survived such an existence for so long with all of his wits intact?