Life had become even more exhausting than it already was with her self-imposed restrictions. It was truly no way to live. Something would need to change soon. Wandering around with no purpose other than to not be caught was also no way to live. Hermione was used to having a cause, a reason to fight. Whether it was for the freedom of house-elves, the fight to keep her best friend alive, the need to survive and make her enemies bleed, or simply to keep alive the regime she helped build, she had a purpose. Perhaps that was the most difficult part of her current situation. With no plan for the future, there was also no hope for the future.