When he was gone, she let the tears flow completely, ignoring the compassionate looks from the other guests who were coming in. At least they were now part of the Order and he was working with them. Hermione wiped her tears away and walked through the white door that lead to the rainy reality in the middle of London. She didn’t even care to take the umbrella out of her purse. Her face was already wet so why bother with the rest of her body?