Hermione was anxious, that was the word for it. At the reception she could hardly stay in a seat, and she kept glancing over to Harry in that ridiculous disguise (well, it was a rather good disguise) and thinking over and over to herself how stupid it was that he was out in public this way. At Hogwarts it would be different - they'd be safer, and things would be at least a bit more normal. But here? With people they didn't know milling about. She didn't like it.
The one bright moment had been seeing Viktor again. She hadn't missed Ron's scowl as she'd hugged him, or the one he wore now that she was sitting at a table with him, trying to keep up a conversation catching up between glances at Harry checking to be sure he was still alive.