The carriage was quiet, but not silent.
Most of the students chatted in low voices or read by themselves.
In fact, ever since the three societies had divided the students among them, their differences had become clear.
The Falconers had it the hardest. They were always sighing.
There was no helping it.
They were far behind the other two societies in both resources and ability.
Hermione herself had plenty of resources. She could ask Percy or Draco for help, or even go directly to Voldemort.
But the other Muggle-born wizard apprentices in the society didn't have the same resources she did.
The Candle-holding Society, meanwhile, had the most members—and was the most arrogant and boisterous.
Most of its members were Half-bloods, but it also had Pure-bloods and Muggle-born wizards.
Orthodox. That was how they saw themselves, and they spread the word everywhere, hoping the other two societies would see them that way too.
But neither the Falconers nor the Wizarding Association agreed.
They just found the Candle-holding Society loud. Nothing more.
As for the Wizarding Association, it was actually the most peaceful of the three societies.
They were neither pessimistic nor excited. An atmosphere of quiet serenity enveloped the whole society.
Even Hermione felt a little envious of them.
If she'd had a choice, she might have joined the Wizarding Association.
Unfortunately, even the lowest requirement for joining was that both parents had to be wizards.
They didn't care whether the parents were Half-bloods.
Even so, most wizards weren't eligible to join.
Besides that, the strictness of their rules also deterred many people.
But no matter what, everyone here was outstanding. That was certain.
"Hermione?"
Gemma Farley had just stepped into the corridor when she spotted Hermione and called out in surprise, "What are you doing here? Don't the Falconers