In the classroom, a few of eight year old girls giggled, then glanced over to where Hermione Granger normally sat. The girl just so happened to be running an errand for the teacher. Romilia pushed her lips together. "Granger is such a teacher's pet. What exactly is so great about her? I mean, she doesn't play any games with us and simply ignores us."

"She's full of herself," another child stated, repeating what hey had heard older people saying.

"We should do something about her, make it so that she won't bother us anymore."

Romilia's eyes went wide at this and a grin spread on her face. She walked over to the art supply closet and rummaged around for a bottle of glue. She then walked over to Granger's desk and opened the top, pouring out the glue onto the seat. As she did this, Hermione came into the room, which caused her to scurry over to her own desk.

At first she smirked, sitting down at the same timing as the Granger girl. However, her bottom suddenly felt something wet on it, not to mention sticky. She was then suddenly yelling. "This was supposed to be Granger's desk!" The teacher suddenly stood up and walked over, her lips pushed together, which caused Romilia to pale considerably.