Hermione wasn’t able to partake in the Ceremony of the Scales until the moon was full in the night sky, which proved to be a torturous, anxious wait of over twelve hours. She spent much of this time in a state of restless worry, driven miserable by her concerns. They plagued her, ate away at her fraught mind, sent her to disquieted distraction that meant she couldn’t settle to anything besides her roiling panic.