"Errrrrghhhhh!"
Harry looked up from the settee and turned to Hermione as yet another book was slammed shut and hurled at the growing pile that quivered dangerously close to the fireplace.
"What's up?"
Hermione glowered at him as she furiously tore through her notes.
"It's not here! I just can't find it anywhere! At some point in time, I found information about previous witches who campaigned for minority rights in the wizarding world. I've got their names written down here, right here," She used her nail-bitten finger to jab imperiously at a piece of parchment containing a simple heading and list of names, "but the notes must be ages old because I can't for the life of me remember where I copied them from! Ergh! Honoria Nutcombe! Carlotta Pinkstone! Idris Oakby! Daisy Hookum! Laurentia Fletwock! Who are these people? I can't figure it out!"
Harry looked down at his lap and fiddled with his hands a bit. Then, with a barely-detectable twinkle in his eyes, he looked back at Hermione, who appeared near tears.
"Hm... Carlotta Pinkstone? Founded the Society for the Reformation of Hags? That one?"
Hermione gasped and looked up at him, completely dumbfounded. Before she could say anything, Harry continued with a mysterious grin.
"Let's see... Laurentia Fletwock? Celebrated breeder and racer of winged horses? Has campaigned for tighter restrictions on broomstick use? Does that ring a bell?"
Hermione's eyes began to burn with a manic fire.
"Yes! That must be it! Harry, how did you know? Do you know the rest? I need them for my career counselling session! Harry! You've got to help me! Where can I get the information?"
He picked up a couple of the frog cards he'd been organising and tossed them to the nearly hysterical young woman.
"Here you go, Hermione! Frog cards! Answers to all of the greater mysteries of the universe, wrapped up with a bit of sweet, delicious chocolate. Sheesh. I thought you'd learned that back in First Year with Flamel. Guess there's no teaching some people," Harry finished with a sorrowful shake of the head and several regretful 'tsk's.
He managed to keep a straight face for maybe a minute before he couldn't keep back the giddy laughter that burst out as he dodged the book which quickly scattered his neatly-stacked piles. Hermione was right—that list was ages old.
Harry made it himself right after the twins taught him the charm to mimic handwriting.
He had to pay her back for those badges somehow, right? Having to walk around with "spew" on his robes was one thing, but giving Malfoy good ideas? Now, that was a prank-worthy bit unintentional treason. And if it forced Hermione to actually talk to someone she would listen to, so much the better. If Dobby had to "adopt" one more bobble-hat, he'd tip over, and that would be the end of everything. As it was, his room was really starting to reek.
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AN: I was going through the "Wizard of the Month" calendar on JK Rowling's site and noticed that quite a few had "campaigning" (US="activism") themes and thought that Hermione would be quite keen on some of them. The madness devolved from there. I originally had a whole other bit tacked to the end where, now that Harry has finally witnessed successful use of the handwriting mimicry charm, he considers other possible uses, finally arriving at sending fake letters to his Aunt and Uncle from Dudley, and vice-versa. In the end though, I decided to just leave it as a little one-themed drabble. Please let me know what you think!
