Wearing her green and silver scarf, wrapped around her neck (because she was definitely not painting her face in the house colours or some other silly thing), Helena made her way to the stands, even though it was quite early for the match. Wait, it was THE match. The Slytherins had to win this one, so they'd play against Ravenclaw and win again, and then play in the final match against Hufflepuff and win the house cup. And that was Helena's theory. If only she'd be right...

Anyway. The girl sat down in some random seat, wondering how early she could possibly be. Because... even though the snow had melted, she was still cold and freezing.