Augusta does not attend the trial. She refuses to listen to that Lestrange bitch bragging about what she did. Longbottoms have pride. They do not cry in public. Frank and Alice—the new generation is different, of course, but Augusta clings to her childhood training, now that everything else is gone.
Augusta does not attend the trial. Her son and daughter-in-law are—were—well loved; their friends will see justice served.
Augusta does not attend the trial. She's read Fran… She's read Frank and Alice's medical records; she knows full well what occurred that evening. She will not watch her family's pale chance at vengeance turned into a media circus by the Crouchs' dysfunctions.
Augusta does not attend the trial. The healers worry over Neville's continuing silence. Obliviate needs to be discussed, and soon, before more time passes and its casting could produce permanent damage.
Augusta sits on Alice's hospital bed and sobs, crushes her soundless grandson to her, runs her fingers up and down the smooth, warm length of Frank's wand.
Augusta does not attend the trial.