When she looked around the crowd, she felt her chest getting tight. Her hands were tingling with pins and needles. She knew the feeling all too well. Anxiety. She inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled slowly through her mouth. It wasn’t because of Ron. All day she had that feeling of impending doom. It was getting worse and worse and she couldn’t figure out why. Was she this fucked up that seeing her best friends being happy brought her nothing but misery?