Hermione looked at the massive pile of parchments on her table. She doubted that she would be done by the end of the week, let alone tomorrow. The room was starting to fill up with people. Hermione sat down, hoping that no one would notice her. She picked up the parchment laying on the top of the stack and read the complaint. It was about an Acromantula terrorizing some poor wizard’s farm. Hermione scoffed. How could anyone mistake an Acromantula for a being? She read through the complaints, surprised by some people’s stupidity and lack of knowledge at categorizing creatures. In a matter of an hour, she went through a quarter of the complaints, stacking them in neat piles.