"Yes," not for the first time in his life, Harry bemoaned the wizarding education system, "I guess then, Hermione," she peered closely at him in response to his conspiratorial tone, "We’re just going to have to rebel a little bit," there was a murmur of curiosity; McGonagall had arrived, a gaggle of first years following in her wake, their eyes wide and awe struck as they gazed about the hall. Hermione’s eyes narrowed on him contemplatively, but she said nothing, sitting back to turn her attention to the procession, and then to the stool that McGonagall had placed the Sorting Hat on.