Hermione paused before opening the bathroom door, listening to the crowd murmur as guests walked down the hall and into the ballroom. She wanted to go upstairs, sit this one out. And she would’ve done it, except it was her birthday and the guests came to see her, or at least most of them pretended they did. Hermione didn’t get a say in the guest list and judging from her wedding, most of the invited were going to be complete strangers to her. Strangers to whom this was just another social gathering to show off at. Strangers who Kingsley thought were too important not to invite. Hermione huffed and pushed the bathroom door. There was no use in hiding. She already knew that this evening would feel endless no matter how long she stays in here.