Hermione still mourned. Though she wasn’t fully aware of it, Lucio had been the sole reason the Horcrux hadn’t completely managed to possess her heart until that point, and now that he was gone it finally succeeded. She had cried at his deathbed yet afterward only felt her sadness distantly. She supposed it wasn’t so bad—it was better to acknowledge it from afar rather than face the full brunt of her sorrow and pain, but it still surprised her and came in waves when she least expected it.