All morning long her mind kept returning to the events of the previous evening. She decided that she would need to get Antonin drunk on champagne more often. He was much more pleasant and enjoyable after a few drinks. She was glad that Rabastan wasn't present in the office to ruin her mood. Wherever he was didn't matter. Remembering Antonin's words the night before about wishing to run away with his family to an island thousands of kilometers away struck her as being very interesting. Did he no longer have ambitions to ascend to the throne to be the next Dark Lord?