Omake for "Hermione's Choice", Chp 1 (story id = 8963662)

A/N: In the story, Hermione asks if she could get into St Trinnian's. Yeah, because girls really want to go to St Trinnian's

Hermione was in the 12 yr old girls' dormitory talking to her new Trinnian classmates. Merlin, she was going to have to lie about everything about Hogwarts. "At my old school, they made us take chemistry. One of my classmates, this really chubby boy, messed up so badly he blew up his lab station."

"TNT or porcupine quills?" asked a pretty girl in a very tiny nightie.

Hermione eyes widened in shock. "How do you know about porcupine quills?"

"Relax, Granger. A lot of us here are witches. You do a little accidental magic and the damned school psychologists label you a nutter or arsonist and ship you off here. And once you're here nobody cares what happens to you. It's like you fell off the side of the world. I was up for Cheltenham Ladies' when my magic got away from me and turned the classroom pink and yellow. Next day I was declared a troublemaker and shipped off here. No Cheltenham, no scholarship, no Oxford. And to top it off, some bloody Ministry of Magic bloke came into the class, fixes everybody's memories so they don't remember the magic but DO remember it's my fault. Wankers!" complained the pretty girl in the barely existent pajamas.

Hermione bristled. "Grrr. Some bastard pureblood protecting the Statute of Secrecy and also making sure to keep the Mudblood out of Hogwarts. And deny you knowledge or training about magic. So, what? The older witches teach the younger ones?"

"Kinda, except all the girls learn about potions and plants. Every girl should know how to grow cannibis, or poppies, or mescaline. And even the normal girls like Jackie over there can whip up a pretty good calmiing draught, or dreamless sleep, or contraceptus, or hangover potion. Can't tell you how great it is to take exams under a calming draught. Or kidnapping one of those hot local boys in town with a little dreamless sleep. Yummy." said the very busty Head Girl with a glazed look in her eye.

Hermione blushed right up to her hairline. "So do the staff know about us?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, but it's pretty much 'don't ask, don't tell'. Frisson doesn't care about anything but getting revenge on the Deputy Minister of Education, so we pretty much do what we want. Of course, a diploma from good old St Trinnian's isn't going to get you into any university. But the older girls have set up a mentoring system. When we get out of here we go work for the Bambino family-", a redhead in braids explained.

"Bambino!" Hermione gasped. Bambino controlled most of the drugs, gambling, prostitution, and human trafficking in the Midlands. And unofficially responsible for over 300 murders, 75 kidnappings, 5 hijackings, and 25 dead inverstigators in the Crown Prosecutor's office.

"Unless you'd rather be an cocktail waitress at The Lumpy Stumpy? Their cock, your tail, if you catch my drift. It's not like you'll ever be a doctor or lawyer any more. Mr Bambino is always on the make for a talented off-the-books witch to finesse some of their special projects." piped in the Head Girl.

"Special projects like murder and kidnappings?"

"What do you care? They sent you to Trinnian's. They deserve what they get, no?"