Hermione had been out all morning handing out badges that she had made for her organisation, Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, AKA, S.P.E.W. Sure, she has great intentions, at least to everyone minus a select few Purebloods whom still ‘employ’ House Elves, but no one wants to wear a badge that says spew on it in big bold letters.

You’re sat at the Gryffindor table eating your breakfast when Hermione Granger walks in and sits at the table in front of Harry and Ron. You glance over at her, like you always do when she’s not looking, and notice that she seems quite upset. You can’t help but think that her little pout is absurdly adorable.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks her, also noticing her upset frown.

“No one wants my S.P.E.W badges.” Hermione says quietly.

You’re not entirely sure what S.P.E.W. is. Sure, you know that Hermione created the organisation to help give Elves rights or something, but you don’t know that much about it.