Hugo & Ron
Hugo had made sure everyone had tea, or food even if they wouldn't eat it. He'd made himself eat a bacon sandwich and gulp down a cup of tea, even if it was now sitting in a disgusting lump in his stomach. A body needed sustenance, even if the mind didn't. He'd learned that much from Quidditch.
Rose was with Alex, and Mum was talking with Aunt Fleur. They were likely discussing logistics, or other grown up things. He really wanted his dad, but he hadn't come back yet. Instead of standing around feeling useless, he hunted down Louis and borrowed a cloak and his broom. Flying always helped him clear his head. He promised he wouldn't go far, and snuck out while everyone was busy. Louis promised to cover for him for a half hour, but would hunt him down if he didn't come back.
He mounted the broom, and while it wasn't as familiar as his own it was better than nothing. The cliffs weren't far, and he sped towards them, coming to a stop just over the edge, looking down at the ocean crashing against the rocks. He just sat there, unaware that the tears he'd held back for hours were finally coming.