Chapter 3- Hermione- Life and Death Science
His eyes were never so green as they were that night.
They were filled with a steely determination, and as the firelight hit his glasses, his bottle-green eyes were like blazing emeralds.
Hermione had never been so afraid of him as she was in that moment.
She had never been so afraid for him as she was in that moment.
Hermione knew things were changing- she'd be stupid not to, and one thing Hermione wasn't was stupid.
She always knew things had to change; it was part of life. If people didn't change they'd die. Their white blood cells constantly had to be replenished, and if they died and new ones didn't manifest (change) the person would die.
Hermione thought she knew about death.
She had to come to terms with the fact that she knew nothing at all.
Hermione had thought she knew about change, and she thought she knew about things staying the same.
Homeostasis:
The tendency of an organism to maintain a uniform and beneficial physiological stability within and between its parts; organic equilibrium.
This doesn't meet the definition at all.
Logically, it does, if she doesn't try to think scientifically (that's gotten her in trouble before):
If she doesn't think, she can't think of Harry.
If she doesn't think of Harry, she might be all right.
But she knows better, even though she wishes she didn't.
Nothing about this is uniform- she's just in denial.
Things have changed so irreparably that she doesn't think things can ever change again.
She and Ron are just stuck, stuck in a sick version of homeostasis as the wizarding world celebrates, and the fireworks are reflected in the infamous spectacles that Ron holds.
He still can't remember that damn reparo spell, so the glasses remain cracked. Forever, or until Hermione's hands stop shaking so badly that she can't get a firm grip on her wand.
Whichever comes first.