Hermione + Ginny
Working at the library meant it was easy for Hermione to attempt to research daily, in hopes of finding something that could serve as a clue to their existence in Marrowood. But there was nothing, nothing at all that seemed to be relevant, and Hermione knew her optimism was starting to flag.
"What don't I miss about being home?" In addition to knowing that finally, the world was safe -- especially in comparison to where they were now -- Hermione missed nearly everything. Being able to Apparate home to her parents' place if she wanted to, after having spent her seventh year half convinced she'd never see them again... Spending time with Ron, Harry, Ginny, and their friends... The work she was beginning to accomplish in the Ministry. Even the bad things, the red tape and the paperwork, the tabloid gossip, they were all tolerable compared to Marrowood.
Hermione let out a sigh, in lieu of an actual answer, and settled back onto her bed now that she wasn't trying to crane down to see Ginny's attempts at magic. "We'll get out of here soon," she said instead, almost forcefully. "We have to."