Deciding that sitting in the lounge just waiting for either Rodolphus to return or for her next move to jump out at her and make sense was a waste of her time, Hermione headed for the staircase. She wanted to make sure that everything she owned was inside her beaded bag in case she chose to leave. When she lowered her foot on the third or fourth step, she heard the front door open. She chose to go no further upstairs when she saw the master of the house return. Evidently exhausted, he still looked pleased with himself. He stifled a yawn as he removed his heavy cloak from his shoulders. Wherever he'd passed his time since he murdered his sister-in-law, it didn't appear to involve sleeping.