Together [HP]

When Hermione walked into the ancient rune classroom on the fifth floor carrying a large box and several sheets of parchment from the lounge, Jacqueline and Pansy were already sitting on two separate tables about their own affairs.Pansy was biting the barrel of her pen and writing her Potions dissertation, next to Jacqueline's finished dissertation.She took a few glances at Jacqueline's, then looked at the information she had set aside.

On Jacqueline's right hand were several books stacked irregularly, among which were some parchments with writing on them. Hermione knew that this meant that these were homework that Jacqueline had already written.And Jacqueline is closing her eyes now, with a yellowed notebook in front of her, murmuring something in her mouth, she doesn't know what she is practicing.And at the far end of the table where she was, there were several stacked plates, and there was a plate next to it with a few sandwiches. It seemed that Pan Xi still knew Jacqueline's appetite very well.Hermione looked at the plates, and after a moment of moping about the house-elf slave labor, walked to the other table next to them and started her work.

After about two hours, Pan Xi let out a long breath, "Finally finished!" She shouted uncontrollably, then she quickly packed up her things, and softly patted Jacqueline's table. "I'm going back, how about you?"

Jacqueline let out a long breath, opened her eyes, and rubbed her stomach. She glanced at the sandwich left on the table, reached out and grabbed a piece, and put it into her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Hermione stood up and walked towards Jacqueline's desk. Jacqueline subconsciously closed the notebook in front of her.

"Nothing," she said.

But Hermione ignored her, still looking at the notebook in front of her.

"Ah," she yelled in surprise, picked up the notebook and wanted to open it, "this notebook is..."

"Professor McGonagall's." Jacqueline took the notebook back, "I have some questions that are not very clear, so I borrowed her notebook from Professor McGonagall to study it. By the way, what did you do? I I see that what is placed on your desk is not homework, what is that box?"

"It's a badge." Hermione lifted the lid of the box proudly, and showed them what was inside. There were more than 50 badges in different colors, but they all had the same letter on them: SPEW.

"Vomit?" Jacqueline picked up one of them, a little confused, "vomit?"

"Who do you think made something that would make you puke?" Pansy picked up one of them and played with it in his hand.

"It's just a coincidence of a nice shorthand," said Hermione, a little sheepishly. "It's full name is House-Elf Rights Promotion Association. Although I originally wanted to call it, Cruelty to Our Fantastic Creature Friends and Improvement campaign for its legal status. But I thought it was too long and inappropriate, so I decided that I should make this the title of our association manifesto. This is a plan I just wrote down, and my short-term goal is to ensure that house-elves have Reasonable wages and a good working environment. Our long-term goals include changing the law against the use of wands and trying to get an elf into the Department of Regulation and Control of Fantastic Creatures, because it is frustrating that the interests of elves are not fully represented. shocked."

"And you'd expect someone to walk around the castle with all those colorful, different colors of vomit badges on them, growing your membership?" Pansy sarcastically said.

"You're right." Hermione said happily, "I think participants need to pay two Sickles to buy badges, and we will use this money..."

"Let's go in." Jacqueline directly took out a Galleon and put it in front of Hermione, "Two badges, thank you."

"Are you crazy?" Pansy looked at Jacqueline in disbelief. "You want to help your friend, why drag me into the quagmire? There is no elf in my family that I can protect its rights."

"Do you want to spend the night listening to her persuade you to join this association?" Jacqueline said with her lips, "It's just a Garen, for our ears, please."

"But I don't have any money to give you now." Hermione said after handing each of them a badge, "You are my earliest members, if you don't mind, when we have more dues, I will give the money to you." I found it for you."

"It's just a Galleon," Jacqueline shook her head. "It's our contribution to the association."

"That won't work," Hermione insisted. "I'll let you know if I need to pay more membership fees in the future."

Pansy turned her back on Hermione and looked at Jacqueline with a raised eyebrow, reminding her what a terrible mistake this had been.

"Okay." Jacqueline didn't want to entangle Hermione more on this issue. "As a member, can we make some comments?"

"Of course," Hermione nodded cheerfully, picking up her parchment. "What do you suggest?"

"First of all, could you please change the badges of different colors? If your members wear badges of different colors, it will not only make people feel that this association is very amateurish, but also not conducive to the unity among members. Or you actually put Members are divided into different classes, and each class has a different representative color? For example, you, of course, are the president, you can use red, vice presidents use pink, senior members use yellow, and ordinary members use white. If there is honor in the future Members or others, you can add more specific colors, which can not only ensure the unity between each class, but also make it clear at a glance." Jacqueline said, pointing to the badge in the box.

"That's a good idea," Hermione wrote on the parchment. "I didn't think of that, so I'll need to go and pre-order some pins of the same color, though they're a bit more expensive. Anything else?" ?”

"The most important point," Jacqueline picked up the badge in front of her helplessly, "I sincerely hope that you can change the abbreviation of this association. If you want this association to become a large association, you must change it. This name has the same name as vomiting, whether you look at those large associations, or the units of the Ministry of Magic, their names and abbreviations will never let themselves fall into this embarrassing situation."

"I won't change it." Hermione shook her head firmly. "I think the name is very good. Besides, it's pronounced SPEW, not vomit."

Jacqueline and Pansy glanced at each other, shook their heads, and began to pack their schoolbags.

"Do you still want to eat these two sandwiches?" Pansy held the two cold, slightly hard sandwiches under Hermione's nose, "You don't want to waste the hard work of the house elves, do you. She blinked, "Since you care so much about their rights."

"Put them here, please, I'll eat them when I'm hungry." Hermione looked up from her parchment, looking at Pansy.Pansy tilted her head and looked at Hermione for a moment, then finally she gave up.

"Okay," Pansy said, walking out with the empty plates.

"See you tomorrow then, Miss Granger." Jacqueline pocketed her badge instead of pinning it to her robes.

"See you tomorrow, Jacqueline."

"How are you going to explain to Miss Granger, the president of the Vomiting Society, why you, the first member, don't wear your badge?" As Pansy and Jacqueline walked downstairs, Pansy held her chest He tore off his badge and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I can only wear the Graham coat of arms, the coat of arms of the country, the coat of arms of the college, and this special badge on my robe." Jacqueline said, pointing to her golden badge, "So, unfortunately, this is Family rules." Jacqueline shrugged recklessly, "It's impossible for her to really check our family's dress code. That book is in our study room and has thousands of pages."

"Why do you always come up with such and such an excuse?"

"Because that's why I am me, Miss Parkinson."

Time passed quickly, and after Care of Fantastic Beasts class on the second week, Hermione followed her every step of the way.

"Okay, okay." When Hermione followed Jacqueline to the Slytherin table, staring at her to eat.Jacqueline collapsed, she couldn't stand others watching her eat, she put down the knife and fork in her hand, stood up helplessly, "Okay, I'll take you there."

They walked out of the dining room and down the marble staircase into the foyer below. At the foot of the stairs, which led to the Slytherin lounge and Professor Snape's classroom and office to the right, they turned left and hurried towards a door.Hermione had never been to that side, and she had never imagined that their basement had such a large space.They walked down a flight of steps, and the bottom was not the dark and gloomy one, like the underground passage leading to the Potions classroom. Instead, they came to a wide stone corridor, which was brightly illuminated by torches, and decorated with eerie decorations everywhere. A picture of a happy person, mostly eating.

"This is the lounge leading to Hufflepuff." When they walked past a still life with a large pile of oak barrels below, Jacqueline introduced, "In fact, very few people know that we and Hufflepuff Chippaqi's lounge is in the basement, and Hufflepuff students sometimes wonder why we are in the basement together, we are in a dark style, but their lounge is as warm as in a greenhouse."

"Maybe that's the difference between your two houses," said Hermione quickly. "Where the hell is the kitchen?"

"Here." They had reached the top of the corridor, and behind Jacqueline there was only a picture. On the canvas was a huge silver bowl full of fruit.

"All you have to do is scratch it." She stretched out her index finger and gently scratched the big green pear.Pear squirmed, giggled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.Jacqueline grabbed it and pulled the door open, reaching out to stop Hermione just as she was about to go in.

"What else?" Hermione asked impatiently.

"It's like this, I, just representing my personal opinion, don't think you are very good at, um, how should I put it? Just like the rest of you Gryffindors, you are a little outspoken."

"What's wrong with that?" Hermione asked.

"It's like this. Contrary to what most wizards think, elves are actually very sensitive creatures. So, if you don't mind, can I come and chat with them?"

"Of course I don't mind," said Hermione. "Can I go in now?"

"Come in," Jacqueline made an exaggerated bowing motion, "My lady."