The first few shops she passed didn’t interest her. Clothing. Madame Malkin’s was still open, and the patrons flowing in and out of the shop doors seemed just as cheerful as ever. Hermione wondered if she would always be the last for everything. Last of their friends to leave Hogwarts, last of their friends to find love– aside from Harry– last of their friends to heal from war... the list could go on, but that would only lead to more anxiety and intrusive thoughts she’d rather not deal with in public. 