Hermione sat in her classroom, a smile on her face as she held the novel in her arms. The title of the book was Howl's Moving Castle. She moved to sit at her desk and sat down to read while waiting for her fellow students to come into the room and for class to start. One girl came in and watched her, her eyes narrowed slightly in disdain. "What are you doing?"

"You're Romilia Burchank, aren't you?" the bushy haired girl's head popped up.

"I didn't ask you for my name, I asked what you were doing," the little girl stated, her nose wrinkling up. Her words sounded like she was trying to mimic some adult or older child she had once heard before.

"I'm reading a book," Hermione stated.

"That's a book?" The five year old girl narrowed her eyes. "Books have pictures. Lots of pictures. They also aren't that thick."

"My book is a chapter book." Two brown eyes peeked over. "Haven't you ever read a chapter book?"

"No?" At that, Romilia stood up and glanced over Hermione's shoulder. "I can't read any of that."

"I can," Hermione piped up.

"I don't believe you," the other young child stated firmly.

"I can too." The child's lip began to pucker up.

"I think you are a snob. You only pretend to be smart. You are full of yourself because you are the teacher's pet." The girl then got up, going and gossiping with some of the other girls, as children can at that age, coloring on scraps of paper the teacher left around. They gave Hermione some rather weird looks.