Gilda shook her head in dismay, before looking over at the girl who was fidgeting nervously. She appeared to be going over things in her mind at furious pace. Her head was going from side to side, and she was saying things to herself. Probably practicing what she was going to say to prince Harry, when she met him. Most girls wore the same expression just before they met the dashing royal. Gilda knew she had a job to do, it wasn't her place to argue. But how, how was she suppose to crush a young woman's dream so callously, and live with herself afterwards?

"Miss Granger," Gilda called her over.

Hermione smiled widely and approached the older lady. "Thank goodness, I'm driving myself crazy with nerves."

Gilda wanted the ground to open up and swallow her, this girl was so polite and innocent, she knew that the prince would have taken to her. "I'm afraid that prince Harry, has decided against proceeding with the, Eradication of oppressive pro-pureblooded laws, project."

*Hermione felt her heart fall to the floor. *"But there must be some mistake, my project was chosen by-"

"I'm afraid that there is no mistake," Gilda cut her off unwillingly. She wanted to make this as painless as possible, but just as she expected from the intelligent girl in front of her, the girl was trying to fight for her promised chance.

"If he would just see me for five minutes," Hermione said desperately. "That's all I'm asking-"

"Miss Granger," Gilda interrupted her softly. "There is nothing I can do, his highness has asked that you leave now, or he will have you removed by force if necessary. I'm sorry." And that's when Hermione started hating the prince with everything she had.