Hermione crept down the stairs, slowly moving around the corners of each landing, cursing whichever Weasley built up instead of out. By the third floor, she could hear Molly puttering around the kitchen. She reached the bottom of the staircase and began easing her way to the front door. "Just where do you think you are going? Your future husband told you to stay put. March yourself up those stairs and get back in that attic."