In a desperate attempt to feel validated, she had taken her concerns to the Headmistress, who dismissed them without even hearing half of what Hermione had to say. McGonagall defended that he was adapting quite well, that the students greeted him with big smiles on their faces and some professors even requested for his opinions on certain activities they wanted to implement on their own subjects. Hermione snarled internally as she stood there like an idiot, listening to McGonagall’s never ending rambling. The snot-eating spawns barely paid her any attention and those boot-lickers she called co-workers never asked for her opinion on anything. Apparently even Neville had betrayed her, providing Malfoy with ingredients from his personal greenhouse.