She starts going to Hogsmeade, visiting other places. She tries dragging herself out of this encompassing dark. The stone walls she used to find welcoming become oppression. The ever present chill in Hogwarts becomes bone shaking. She seeks distraction in the town. She finds it. The pub is always open and Hermione frequents it. It doesn’t press in on her like Hogwarts does and the alcohol warms her blood. She doesn’t go to Honeydukes, too many memories of people no longer here. She finds she can’t quite stomach sweets anymore.