Hermione used to have a few roommates, but the beds and what used to be theirs was now empty. While Padma or Pavarti had come back, both of them had moved into the same room together. Leaving Hermione alone in her room that was now taken up mostly by empty beds. She expanded her bed, and sat on the edge feeling just like she was sitting. On edge. She survived, Harry and Ron survived. The threat was mostly gone, and was dwindling each and everyday. But the feeling never faded. She felt almost blank with the feeling of a rising strange frustration in her that left her gritting her teeth. 