These are not my characters. I make zero dollars from this. Just plugging characters into my original story. Full disclosure this could go a bit sideways with the plot that is my favorite way to write things. Stick around for the ride.

I am attempting to get back in the swing of writing.

Hermione had been at Hogwarts for two weeks and she had come to several realizations. Magic was awesome and Ronald Weasley was awful. Not only was she suffering from his venom but she and the rest of their house were forced to watch him stuff his face during meals. The things he says to Neville are as bad as that little blonde kid in Slytherin.

Last week, a very tall, blonde Slytherin hung a first-year Hufflepuff from a wall sconce. This sparked an idea. She wrote home to her father asking if it was cruel to pay the tall kid to hang Weasley from one and also if he could send a bag or two of those fake plastic spiders, green food coloring, and a roll of fishing line. He always did like a good laugh. 3 days later the reply and package arrived. Ripping open the letter, laughter bubbled up at his encouragement of this. Then I cackled after noticing he even sent more money in case she needed more.

That evening in the library I saw the person I needed to put my plan into action and headed towards his table.

"Excuse me, but are you the student hanging the first years from the wall sconces?" I asked

"What's it to you little lion?" he grumbled and the rest of his table went silent.

"How much do you charge to book someone into one of the slots?" I replied.

Another boy at the table piped up, "You want to pay him to hang a firstie from the wall?"

"Yes, if there are any available openings." I politely answered.

The whole table snickered.

"What's your name little lion?' Another encouraged.

Grabbing the available chair, I sat down amongst them.

"Please forgive my rudeness. I am Hermione Granger. It is lovely to make all of your acquaintances."

"I'm Rowle, that is Yaxley, Flint, and Pucey. We are all 5th years. Now tell us what is going on." Rowle finished.

"Ronald Weasley is a horrid boy. I don't care so much he's awful to me. That is something I am used to from non-magical school. He treats my friend Neville terribly. He has zero manners. Being forced to watch him chew with his mouth open is sickening. When I had this idea after you hung that less-than-nice Hufflepuff girl on the wall, I sent my dad a letter asking him if my idea was cruel or not and if he could send me a few additional items."

"You asked your father's opinion?" the boy Pucey interjected.

"Correct, he sent me the items on my list and some additional money in case I did not have enough to make it happen." That got a laugh from them.

"You are sneaky for a Gryffindor." One commented.

"Thank you and I figured even if I asked and you could not help. There is still the rest of my plan." I said with an evil grin.

Rowle looked at me

"Okay Sprite, it will cost you One Galleon and you tell us about the rest of these plans." He finally agreed.

"Deal," I said leaning forward.

"The other day Neville told me how he mentioned to his dorm-mates how much he hates spiders. Then the twins were telling a friend how scared he was of them. "

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a few plastic spiders.

"I had my dad send me two bags of these. The idea is to put them in his bed. I even have some clear string to hang them from the inside of his bed. Nobody will suspect Neville and I."

They all reached forward to touch the plastic spiders.

"You think he won't notice this was you?" Yaxley questioned my plan.

I giggled, "Logic is not a go-to for the Wizarding World. He will think his brother's transfigured them from something else after he is done freaking out."

They all chuckled.

"You are right spite. Now what is the last part?" Pucey encouraged.

"I want to turn his hair and skin green. The only problem I have currently is finding a way to magically increase the volume of food coloring and then get it dumped on him. Unless there is a way just to turn him green magically where he has to spend a bit of time like that."

The boys around the table burst into laughter and it wasn't long before Madam Pince ordered us all out.

Once in the hall, I looked up at them, "Here is the cost for what we discussed and I better go convince Neville to help me with my plan. Thank you and it was very nice doing business with you." Turning to Flint, "I don't mean to be a pain but that assignment you had out, number 3 was incorrect because you forgot to carry over the 2."

With that, I dashed off towards the common room to find Neville or worst case the devil twins.