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Hermione sighed and tried to focus on the meeting- the dratted, horrid, evil, meeting.

The sounds coming from the window in the teachers lounge were doing nothing to improve her mood. She looked despairingly out of the window for the umpteenth time just to see happy faces everywhere dotted along the grounds while she was subjected to this misery. It was October 5th and already Dumbledore was planning the Halloween festivities saying that cense Halloween was the most important Holiday, save Christmas, it should be treated as such. As head girl she was required to attend. 'Hmm I wonder why it's his favorite holiday,' Hermione's inner voice smirked, 'I'm sure it has absolutely nothing to do with his little candy fetish'.

It was less common knowledge that every year Dumbledore would perform multiple Glamour charms on himself, making him look years younger, sneak down to muggle London and Trick-or-treat himself. And now Hermione was stuck with current head boy, Malfoy, the prefects, teachers, and resident sugar addict, Dumbledore discussing rubbish and wasting time better spent studying.

"So Miss. Granger what do you think?" someone said, rudely interrupting her angry stupor. Ahhh…Professor Snape. Bastard was probably hoping to catch her off guard and embarrass her in front of the school's teachers and the prefects. Hermione's mind worked fast trying to find something to say. Bingo! "Oh, before that, how about a recap so if to explain things more clearly to those who don't understand." Touché you evil bastard.

Snape scowled not liking to be out-smarted, especially by know-it-all Gryffindors.

Dumbledore smiled his creeping all-knowing smile.

"We were merely discussing whether we should decorate the hall with black and orange banners or if we were to go with the more Victorian look." "Well, I certainly think a more realistic, authentic look would be better." Said Hermione determined to prove to Snape that she had been listening and he just hadn't noticed because he was a big, greasy, daft, bat. "Also, I think contests would be fun. Like a best costume contest where the students get to vote. And karaoke too and staff are required to participate."

"Ohhhh, Hermione I love it! Brilliant!" Dumbledore squealed. Yes Dumbledore. The greatest wizard in the world, squealed. 'Who are these people' Hermione dazedly wondered, 'And why do I associate with them.'