Harry and Ron looked at Hermione, curiosity growing.

"Our own school?" Ron inquired finally, still holding her hand, stroking it with his thumb, and intermittently bending to kiss it again.

Harry had leaned back on the two back legs of his chair, pretending not to see his two friends.  "I don't see how that would work, Hermione.  As it is, the three major wizarding schools in Europe are spread out far and wide, and the two in North America are experiencing student shortages.  Unless you want to go to a third world country and teach voodoo to the witch doctors…"

"Harry," Hermione said rather impatiently, staring at him levelly and removing her hand from Ron, who turned away awkwardly, "We don't need to venture to the rainforests of the Amazon or the savannahs of Africa."

"You have to admit, though, Hogwarts has Britain covered, Durmstrang has all of Eastern Europe, and Beauxbatons is thinking of even accepting Spanish and Portuguese students to fill its emptying hallways.  It looks almost as if wizardry is dying…" Harry mused.

"Will you just listen to me for once?  Both of you are as good as deaf when I have an idea, and then you both regret it afterwards… you know that."  Hermione was losing her trademark cool.

"I'm listening, Herm," said Ron distractedly, "It's alright."

"Just spill it," said Harry, "I'll pretend I'm intrigued…"

"Do shut up, Harry.  You are intrigued, and you'll shortly become more so.  There are wizarding schools, and even wizarding universities, but what are kids supposed to do until they turn 11?"

"Have fun?" Ron muttered.

Hermione heard, and shot him a glare.  "No.  Elementary school."

Harry shrugged, "Alright.  You in, Ron?"

"Sure.  It's better than living on Mrs. Norris forever."

"We need someone else, though," mused Hermione, "You know, to carry on the Four House tradition."

Harry turned his head and quickly scanned the Common Room.  "Oy!  Longbottom!  Want to help us start an Elementary School?"

Neville immediately brightened.  "Sure!  Won't my grandmother be thrilled to find out I'm going to do something with my life?"

"Good, then it's settled," said Hermione.  "We'll go look at real estate tomorrow, then, with Professor Lupin."

"But Hermione!" protested Ron, "Tomorrow I've got to do my final essay for History of Magic!"

"Do it tonight, Ron.  This is our future, we're talking about."

(It's Disclaimer Time!: I guess I can claim to technically own the New Orleans wizarding school because, as far as I know, know one else has called it yet.  Salem is widely used, so that's not my idea either, but neither was it J.K. Rowling's!  Children, do you even realize how many miniscule spin-offs this never-ending epic will inspire me to write?  Sorry for the boringness so far, by the way!)