It was almost midday, and Hermione was still sitting on her bed, reading her fore-script. Why did you stop your career so suddenly? To prove himself, Hermione thought, as if he's worth proving. What have you been doing these years that you're most proud of? Making money, she guessed, drinking, partying…breaking hearts. What are you going to do in the future? Hermione paused, staring at the small black print, and suddenly tore it in pieces. She picked up the scraps and dumped them onto the floor, before lifting her arm to peer at her alarm clock. It read 11:43. Time to get ready. She pushed herself off the bed and walked into the kitchen. Ron had left cold coffee and toast for her on the table. Underneath the cup of coffee, he had written a note:
Hermione - didn't want to wake you up. Be careful today, I'll come back ASAP after work. Ron.
Exhausted, she picked up her mug and began to drink. The coffee tasted like metal in her mouth, but Hermione continued sipping without notice. She leant onto the table edge fingering the little note and, glancing at the clock in the kitchen, put down the cup and began to apply her make-up. However hard she tried, she could not bring her out a natural tone. Her skin was faded and gaunt looking, even under direct sunshine, as if nothing could bring her ambience to shine through. She sighed, slamming down her make-up bag and forcibly squeezed her stilettos onto her feet, picked up her coat and bag and went outside.
She felt a rush of cool air on her face. Breathing in heavily, she locked the front door and waited for the time to disapparate. Seconds melted into minutes until finally, she stretched out her faithful wand and disappeared. There was no-one to kiss her goodbye.