She wasn't proud of how she lashed out at the children in the neighborhood she grew up in. Sometimes she didn't even mean to hurt them. It just sort of happened. Later, when she was older and in Hogwarts, she confided in her favorite professor what she had done in the past. Professor McGonagall had pursed her lips into a thin line and stared down at her prized student with a concerned glance through her glasses. Hermione was certain that she was about to be told that she no longer deserved to be a witch and her wand would be snapped in moments. The Transfiguration professor simply sighed. It was a common confession amongst those students who were Muggle-born. Children were cruel, especially to those they deemed other. Accidental magical outbursts were to be expected, but certainly not condoned.