With her free hand that was not holding her quill, she fingered the Head Girl Badge pinned to their dress robes. The drive in her had made her question, ethically speaking, whether she had deserved the post, but McGonagall, Head of her House and now Interim Headmistress, had expressed every confidence in the bushy-haired witch. Hermione was pleased by the honor, to be sure, but it did so put that much more on her plate. She hoped her Prefects listened to her, let alone respected her, as she gave them out their after-curfew patrol assignments. Even if there were those who might question her place, however, Hermione was confident that Ginny would whip them into shape.