For most of the time on the Hogwarts Express, Hermione was subdued. She glanced at the rapidly changing scenery; the train flew past the rolling hills and the darkening grey sky. It reminded her of the loosening grip she had on reality. Her thoughts constantly raced to her parents. The sinking feeling in her stomach wouldn’t leave. Perhaps it could be because she considered herself to be a cautious person and careful spellcaster. She had good intentions and casted the Memory Charm perfectly. Too perfectly, in fact; this must be her punishment for always striving to be the best.