Scott wakes up with the sun, as usual, and tries quietly heading to the common room.
"Yeah, I'm done with it. Just need to send Madame Pince a note."
"Okay. We don't want the librarian against us. I think we must have had more questions...do you know if the squid is a person? What about ghosts and paintings?"
"...that's complicated. Paintings are magical, and much like the people they're paintings of, but they can't move on from who they were, and don't necessarily know all the same things. Ghosts are like that, too. The squid is... extremely smart, and it can communicate."
"I guess we're not being very mean to the squid, so that's okay. I don't know about paintings though, maybe they want something. Sorry for all the questions."
"It's okay. You should probably just ask them."
"I hope you get to do what you want at the Ministry. We need someone like you there."
She looks around, then lowers her voice and whispers, "I've actually already been accepted."
"How Slytherin of you."
"I never!" she says in mock horror.
"Why do you think you weren't in Ravenclaw?"
She purses her lips. "Sometimes the Hat doesn't put you where you already are, but rather where you can someday be."
"Thank you for the help, Hermione."
"It's no problem. And I didn't catch your names."
"It was nice meeting you. I'm glad Slytherin's getting nice kids like you."
"We're going to fix it. Then nice people will want to be in Slytherin."
He bounds excitedly back to their table.
"What was that."
"We were asking Hermione Granger why the world is terrible."
"Why is the world terrible?"
"Wizards are mean to everyone because they don't know any better. We'll fix it."
Mostly-guilt-free dinner, even.