It was the first year, before the mudblood comment, before anything else. It was the third day of school, she thinks. Hermione didn't have any friends. She was too loud, too buck-toothed, too much. She'd thought it would be different, now that she was a witch. She thought she'd fit in more, but it turned out to be just like always. Class had just finished, it's lunch hour, and she’s...alone. The others bunch off into chattering groups, going towards the Great Hall, but she...she wasn't hungry. She goes to the library, instead, and misses her first ever lunch. 