One of Rosmerta's barmaids carried a plate piled high with breakfast across the main room to Hermione's table only moments after she finally emerged from her room. Torture and murder could be exhausting. She'd spent much of the previous day asleep. Utilizing the amount of dark magic that she did for a long period of time could be quite draining. She was still tired and could've probably slept the rest of a second day away if she desired. When she saw the front page of that morning's Daily Prophet, all hint of exhaustion disappeared. Her loud, unexpected laughter caught several in the Three Broomsticks off-guard. It was a sound that wasn't always positive when it came out of her mouth.