Hermione found it ironic that they were sitting in a "fair" because it was unlike any fair she had ever attended as a child. Where were the carnival rides, the candy floss, and the sounds of children laughing? Where was the merriment and the good-time being had by all? Oh yes, this most certainly not like any fair she had ever been to. It was more like a museum or a cattle platform where the highest bidder bought the servants. She hated it. She absolutely hated it. Being treated like chattel and as if they were subhuman was downright degrading and embarrassing.
Sitting there, like she was, and watching the potential buyers, Hermione did her best to look completely disinterested as she recalled the last few chapter she had read in another book she had temporarily nabbed from the Library. She also resisted the temptation to turn and wave at Neville, simply because she knew that a wave would not be enough to satisfy her curiosity as to what had happened to him!