No one was home in the Rowle house. Usually moving forward and distracting her mind helped Hermione to push away the feelings of dread and doom that plagued her, but every second that ticked closer to midnight only made her feel worse. Trusting that Thorfinn would understand and forgive her impertinence later when she had a chance to apologize, she blasted through the wards covering the front door to his house and invited herself inside.