A/N: I felt compelled to write one mary-sueish drabble-ish type fic. Hate it, love it, I don't care. I may use this scene in another fic that is ruminating in my brain, maybe not.
Hermione glared at the new girl as they ate breakfast in the great hall the morning after the sorting. Supposedly this blonde-haired intruder was a seventh year just like them, a transfer from America now that it was safe. However, Hermione had her doubts about the girl.
She switched her glare to Ron as he elbowed her, and quite loudly asked, " Oi, 'Mione. Why are you staring at Belinda?"
Hermione hissed at him, but before she said a word, was interrupted by the aforementioned girl bouncing over and plopping down next to her, plate and all. "Hey! You are Hermione, right? I'm so glad to finally meet you! I am just sure we'll be good buddies!"
Hermione forced a smile on her face. "Why, hello again, Jones. Where were you last night?"
Belinda Jones shook her blonde hair, curls bouncing. "Oh, just somewhere. Did you miss me? How sweet!"
'No, you imbecile. I could care less.' thought Hermione. Instead, she replied "Oh, yes. Have you met Lavender yet? She is right there."
"Oooh! Thank you so much! Ta-ta!"
Hermione sighed as Belinda bounced away to attack Lavender. Turning to Harry, they shared a look. Not another. How many times would this happen? These bloody annoying girls would pop up one day, and leave the next.