€ Hermione Rockefeller €

Hermione sipped at her tea, while her gaggle of ugly groupies stared in awe at the size of the smallest room in her family’s house.

“Wow, thanks so much for inviting us over to this tea party, Hermione!” Ugly 1 speaks.

“Yeah, this is so awesome! Do we get to keep the gold spoons too?” That was Ugly 3.

Hermione giggles to herself, as refined young women do. “Hm hm hm! Of course you may. What do you take me for, some poor pauper?”

The girls cheer.

The school-year was over. While she’d turned some heads at her new fashionable and elegant appearance, everyone was too busy cramming during finals week to take much notice. That was okay, however. They’d soon be begging for a scrap of her attention soon enough.

As a reward for the ugly acquaintances who’d stayed by her side these past years, she’d organized this tea party. She’d really been under no obligation to do so, she was simply that generous. She knew they were all only here for her handouts anyway, so it was time to bid farewell, and say good riddance! Next school year, she’d be moving onto greener pastures and loftier heights within the school hierarchy!