On Sunday little incidents occured.

Small things were thrown.

A few larger things were thrown.

Harsh words were spoken, but none of the other houses retaliated. Hufflepuffs attacked in groups and quite often sported weapons. Or things that could be used as weapons.

At one point, a third year found a way to use a spoon as weapon in what might be the most frightening matter ever seen by human eyes.

.
She was a mean little girl.

At one point a gang of first years had seventh year Slytherins cornered. The Slytherins were, naturally rather upset by this, but had figured out that the first years would get away with it, but any from of fighting back would have gotten them in quite a bit of trouble.

"Insufferable little maggots." Draco hissed at the group.

A braver boy punched him in the crotch.

And then the first years rushed the group, grabbing who knows what from people, and then they scattered.

The junk thirsty first years began shifting through their finds and reporting their steals back:
"I got a watch!"
"I got a wallet!"
"I got knickers!"
"You must have gone for Parkinson."
"Why Parkinson?"
"Only her knickers come off that easily."

Laughter ensued. What dirty first years.

Violet didn't take part of all this type of riotting. Instead she wondered into her commonroom, a distant look in her eyes.

Across the room first years were sitting around a small table going through their loot.

A few feet away Amber and June were fighting again.

"Violet, tell all of them that they have to give all that junk back!" June called to Violet, pointing at the table.

"No! Tell them they don't! They earned it!" Amber shot back. An arguement followed.

"By stealing!"
"Oh, like we've never been robbed in a way! Robbed of our dignity or our thoughts!"
"This is different!"
"How!"
"It just is!"
"If you don't know how it must not be that bad!"
"That is just so-"

"I really do have a rockstar name, don't I?" Violet broke her silence, not focusing the room around her.

"What?" Amber was rather confused and was not too proud to let her face show it.

"Violet Hayes. That's a rockstar name. I'm living with a rather rockstar-ish name, aren't I?" Violet continued.

"We're sort of focusing on things other than your name, Vi." June pointed out.

"Why should I tell them to stop?" Violet questioned.

"You shouldn't!"
"Yes, she should!"
"I still don't know why."

"You've become their leader, Violet. I mean, before you started fighting the system, no one even considered it! And now they've gone too far, and you are the only one who can stop them!" June explained.

"Or, you could have fun and let the people have what they want." Amber added.

"I'm going to the library." Violet went back into her dreamy state, and walked out of the room.

In the back of the library, Violet sat at a table, books all around her.

Someone else was back there, darting between bookcases.

Not very stealth like, but she was doing the best she could.

Violet noticed but didn't really care.

The darter attempted to see what Violet was doing without actually getting close enough to be sensed.

"I'm hexing books, Hermione." Violet droned, shutting one book and putting it onto a stack next to her.

"Why!" Hermione gasped.

"I think it's funny when the words dance."

"That's horrid."
"I'm guessing you're here to see why I'm ahead of you on the list of the best students."
"Well, sort of."
"Oh, not just me. All of Hufflepuff, right?"
"Well, yes."
"Would you like me to explain it to you?"
"Fine."
"I'll make it as simple as possible, so that even a nonHufflepuff can understand."
"On with it!" Hermione fumed.

Violet took a deep breathe, just to aggitate Hermione and then began.

"Okay, so you have classes with Hufflepuff, right?"
"Right."
"Do we ever talk?"
"No."
"Ask questions?"
"No."
"Before now, get in trouble?"
"No."
"Forget homework?"
"No."

"Are you a tad bit surprised that professors even know our names?"
"N-Yes!"
"Have you figured it out yet?"
"How can I?"
Violet sighed as if it should be quite obvious. "Well, we're the perfect students. We spend more time on assignments than quidditch. We never misbehave or start fights. Erm, we didn't."

"So everyone loves you because you had no personality?"
"None what-so-ever. Make you feel better?"
"A bit."
"Good. I'm done hexing books now." Violet got up to leave.
"How do you reverse the hex?" Hermione called after her.
"It's in a book."
"That you've already hexed."

"O'course. Where would the be punchline if I didn't?"

A/N: I'm updating a bit sooner than expected, but only because I gave into the peer pressure of Abandoned Playground.

A great deal of thanks to those who review. A thanks to the readers, but not as much...Just kidding. Or am I?

This chapter's kinda short, but I wanted to show what all is going on during the rebellion.