Never had a train ride seemed so long before. She had plenty of trips in her past. None of them felt so tedious. She wasn't sure what the difference was. Perhaps she was waiting for another crisis to pop up. What would it be like to return to a time and place where she wasn't fearful and anxious every single second of the bloody day? Staring at some of the other travelers around her filled her with a gnawing envy that would not lessen. When was the last time they had to worry about a faceless stranger in the crowd murdering them? Had they ever been forced to witness a loved one killed before their very eyes? Maybe a few had. Muggles could be just as violent in their wars with other Muggles.