Time to crank up the waterworks, she had been crying after all. Memories of obliviating her parents bubble forward, their memories being pulled from their minds involuntarily. Images of Hagrid carrying Harry’s lifeless body out of the woods push to the front, Ron's squeezing her hand so tight she visibly winces as the tears begin to flow down her cheeks. The sight of only one red-head twin hovering over a freshly filled in grave. Tears stream down her face now, her eyes bright red as she noisily fumbles with the toilet paper roll. She makes a show out of being louder than needed as she unlocks the bathroom stall. 