All four of them would gather in one of the two tents for a shared and somewhat small portion of breakfast. Very few words were ever shared because there were fewer new things to speak of. Then all three men would depart and leave Hermione on her own. Each departure cleaved one more crack in her heart as she watched them exit the tent. And the fissure in her chest would only close itself once they returned to their makeshift campsites each afternoon or early evening.