It was evening in the Gryfindor common room, and everyone was quite content, considering possibly the best Headmaster Hogwarts had ever seen was gone- fired by the new one, Dolores Umbridge. The reason being was simple- fireworks.
That probably isn't an adequate response for anyone who hasn't read most of the Order of the Phoenix. But... if you haven't, you probably shouldn't be here. So let's skip the complicated recap.
As a sparkler floated determinately past the window, still rebelliously spelling out a very naughty swear word, the cameraman zoomed on in a group of three students sitting in the corner, trying to do homework despite a small riot going on around them.
The girl, with bushy hair, spoke up.
"You know," said Hermione Granger. "I think I'm feeling a bit... rebellious."
Ron quickly glanced around and asserted that, in fact, the world hadn't gone insane and/or become taking over by mind controlling aliens from Uranus.
Harry decided to splutter.
"Have you been taken control of by mind controlling aliens from Uranus?" Ron managed to say.
Hermione and Harry, who could not follow his train of thought, stared at him.
"Uh... no..." replied Hermione.
"But really," Harry turned back to the land of Sanity. "Are you okay?"
Hermione didn't answer: her brain's cogs were turning rapidly. Ron and Harry recognised the signs.
"She's in research mode," whispered Ron. "See; glazed over eyes, brow furrowed, teeth gripping a pencil, and hand reaching towards a book."
The book in question was from a pile of books on Wizard/Muggle relations. Hermione expertly flipped to a certain page and began studying it frantically. A slow grin spread across her face. It slowly became an Evil Mastermind Grin™. Harry and Ron began running frantically for the portrait hole, screaming about Armaggedon and other such things.
Hermione ignored them and moved towards Fred and George, her head still in the book. Ideas were whirring through her head. Her personal mind-assistant squashed the bad ideas, and threw the naughty ones into a furnace in order to keep her brain working.
After a quick discussion with the twins, and a promise to meet again tomorrow, Hermione headed up to bed with a smile. Life was going to be very difficult for Umbridge from now on.
(This is just a filler chapter)