That morning, Hermione sat by herself in the Great Hall preparing a cup of tea and biting into a scone. All of the students at the Gryfinndor table were seated several spaces away from her; Neville and Luna had already left citing forgotten homework. Other than the occasional gestures in her direction amidst their hushed conservations, she didn’t exist. At this point, it didn’t bother her; she had wished to be alone just a few weeks ago and now she was, but at the cost of being a pariah.