Envy - Hermione
He was gone. After so many long months, it was finally over. Jealousy was the last emotion she ever expected to feel at this moment, assuming it came.
All around her, families sat in groups rejoicing. The Weasley family and Harry had included her as one of them for the past week, but it could never feel the same to her. How could it be, when her parents were abroad and unaware?
Every thought Hermione had of her parents since leaving them had been laced with worry, which had been replaced with outright fear at Riddle's death. What if her memory charms had worn off and they were stuck in Australia? What if her memory charms had worn off and they had come back? What if the Death Eaters had somehow found her parents and broken the charms, or simply killed them for fun? And if she found her parents exactly the condition she intended, what if the charms were so strong that she couldnt break them?
She tried to blink away the thoughts as pudding appeared in front of her on the table. She served herself some, trying to distract herself, trying not to remember that she was serving herself Mum's favorite.
Hermione picked up her spoon, but dropped it after seeing the Patil twins laughing at a joke that had apparently just been told by a woman who must be their mother. She sighed and looked down at her dessert, only to somehow find that the spoonfuls had arranged themselves to look somewhat like her Dad's face.
Furious with herself, she picked up the first utensil her hand touched and tried to erase the pattern. When the resemblance was gone, she didn't stop whatever it was she was doing. She had to find her parents. She wouldn't be completely happy until she was reunited with them…or at least until she'd learned and accepted their fate.
That was it then. She would leave in the morning. She would not be the only witch in Britain to remain separated from her family. Provided they were alive.