It seemed as if everyone had ganged up on Hallie when they drug her down to the Quidditch pitch, ignoring her hateful comments about the sport and how she threatened to get them into trouble somehow.

So there she was, forced to watch a Quidditch match. With her arms crossed in front of her, she sat in the middle of the Slytherin section of the stands.

She had tried desperately to drown out the loud noise of everyone cheering, but it just didn’t work. And Hallie was getting more annoyed by the second.