A/N: Just one of those depressing little thoughts that hit me sometime. I was reading through old email and people were having arguments about drabbles and so I decided to try to write one myself! This will be a drabble SERIES so each chapter will be a little 100 word snapshot. It's a little experiment for me so bear with me please!
They didn't even notice.
It was the first day back after Christmas Break. Harry was still carefree and unworried about Voldemort, rejuvenated from his holiday with the Weasley's. Ron, as usual, was stuffing his face with the product of the house elves' work. As she watched him, a bit of mashed potatoes spilled from his mouth, dripping onto his school robes. Down the table, younger students talked and laughed, sharing all of their holiday adventures and comparing the gifts they received. Everyone was happy and relaxed, without a care in the world. Except her.
How could they not see it?