Because of recent events, including her near-murder and the seeming betrayal of men she cared about, Hermione was somewhat concerned that she would never stop being angry. Almost like she was a volcano that had been simmering for years, ready for the top to blow and rain down death and destruction. No longer did she care the least bit about the rebuilding of the wizarding world. Nor did she care about her own future. There was no reason to believe she would be alive much longer. She chose to focus instead on her own personal enemies. Fuck the list. She had scores to settle.