For the students at Hogwarts, the holidays and the next school term were uneventful compared to the last. Of course, they really weren't; people were still disappearing or getting tortured. Still have to perform the Cruciatus curse on younger years or those deported. But at this point, almost everyone had completed the spell, and every student had had the curse placed upon them.
William had a new understanding of why they were unforgivable spells. He had forgiven almost everyone who had cast it upon him, not those who meant it, but those who had minimal choice. He ignored all those who had cried before, during, or after performing the spell. But now it was an unforgivable curse cause everyone who had done it, even those who meant it, couldn't ever fully forgive themselves for the immense pain they were causing all around them. Some enjoy it, but sometimes they will see a friend, sibling, or family member thrown in front of them, and their entire idea of the curse alters.
It also gave William a new perspective on Perseus cause there was only a small group of people still refused to cast Crucio, and he was one of them. For the son of a death eater, this was unheard of. Fortunately for Percy, the first few times he refused, he got off Scott-free, but after a while, he got punished, being given threats of the Carrow twins telling his father. Both William and Max figured Perseus was sick of obeying, or maybe he knew something they didn't.

Sirenna was on a different path. She did, too, like her cousin, end up giving in. It hurt too much, and then complying hurt too much. She used to be an influential person, being ambitious and stubborn, but her need for self-preservation seemed to have taken over. Not that she'd changed that much; she just felt weaker. Or at least she told herself she was. After performing the curse, she was never quite the same; nobody was. Everyone held some shame over it. Sirenna was always someone to surround herself with people, being closest with her lovely group of four (Including herself), but recently, she'd distanced herself from everyone. It was the main reason her recent relationship with Harriet burned out slowly. They both agreed that they weren't mature enough for a relationship, especially in times like these. Funily enough, the fact they found love in these sorts of times was one thing that actually brought them hope, but even that crumbled.

Many people started to lose hope, so more fights would happen on the grounds. People become far more sensitive in times like these. It would be over stupid things most of the time; there was the odd chance that someone lost it at a purist, but the punishments for those fights were far worse. The entire school is run by fear.
While students never liked Snape, he was mean and scary, being able to scare traumatised kids so much that he was their worst fear, yet nobody expected him to go this far. People always figured he and Dumbledore were close, which would explain how he still had a job despite all the abuse he threw at students. But him killing Dumbledore and taking his profession? It was a surprise to everyone. And then to torture them all for this much, especially with how they had figured he didn't Umbridge. Most teachers who stayed after the death of Dumbledore did everything they could to protect students, which was, unfortunately, every little thanks to the Carrow twins.
Things only got worse with time; the school's population was at an all-time low, and people left during Christmas. Families went into hiding, and some just disappeared.

Things were horrid. Willaim was just glad he knew June was safe. She had no idea how bad it all was at Hogwarts. Her information was minimal; the Abbotts focused more on teaching her wandless and even wordless magic so June could protect herself. She was becoming skilled for her age, not the best of them all, but up there. After all, her competition would be Hermione Granger, which would be very difficult to beat. She wished she could have some real academic rivalry instead of just comparing herself to someone she hoped was still alive. Sounded terrific to be back at school like an ordinary student, trying to do her best. As much as she appreciated all the Abbotts did for her, it wasn't how it should be.

There isn't much to say that everyone hates the current state of the world. Most people usually do, especially the British; they are bred to complain. But this was tyrannical.
Very few could see an escape besides death. Some still had hope Harry Potter would rock up and save them all. Others didn't know how a seventeen-year-old boy could successfully stop all of this, even if he somehow defeated Voldemort as a baby.
But day-to-day life was uneventful in comparison, just the usual: fear. As much as they all tried to support each other, fear always got in the way. So many friendships and relationships fell; nobody was the same person they were only a year ago.
Hate was something people encouraged now; hate united people. They'd gone from people who had formed friendships and found love to those who lived in hatred.

As much as all four of them had become distant since the beginning of term, one forcefully, they would remember their years together, and all knew that nothing would ruin their friendship. In William and June's case, they didn't have to be together to see that they were all loved by each other, whether platonically or romantically (Willaim and June). It was one reassurance they all shared.