S.P.E.W.? Vomiting?

"Hogwarts Voice... essay..." Hearing Wizet say that, Hermione rubbed her hair.

Her hair was already thick, and that careless ruffling immediately turned it into a mess, making her look like a lion tormented by troubles.

"I was going to write one... but I haven't had much time lately... I need to figure out Professor Moody's practical combat training... and S.P.E.W..."

"S.P.E.W.?" Wizet murmured.

Harry pressed his lips together, looking somewhat helpless, while Ron laughed. "You thought of 'vomit' too... didn't you?"

"It's not 'vomit'!" Hermione turned around and glared fiercely at Ron. "As the 'treasurer,' you should be helping explain it at a time like this, not misleading people!"

"Sorry..." Seeing Hermione's serious, angry expression, Ron hurriedly said, "Wizet, it's like this... S.P.E.W. stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare..."

"It's an organization Hermione founded. I'm the 'treasurer'... Harry's the 'secretary'... And Neville was recruited too, as a member of the organization..."

"Our manifesto is... to stop the cruel abuse of... um... our magical creature friends and... and... campaign for an improvement in their legal status... Right?"

Harry's mouth fell slightly open beside him, looking rather surprised. He apparently had not expected Ron to be able to recite the manifesto.

"That's right!" Hermione nodded at Ron, the anger gone from her face. "It seems you did take it to heart."

"Obviously..." She turned to explain to Wizet. "Most house-elves are treated unfairly. I want to do something for them..."

"Like Winky in the top box back then. Winky was clearly afraid of heights, yet her so-called master took her to the top box to save seats for him."

"By the end of the final, that so-called master never even showed up. But Winky was terrified of being up high and spent the entire match covering her eyes.