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Eat Slugs

"Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?" Weasley spat the word, "he" as if I was some sort of vermin, but really he has it backwards. Weasleys are nothing, but poor, pasty-skinned blood-traitors.

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley." I bet he's jealous, "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team."

I watched as the weasel stared at them, mouth agape. "Good aren't they?"

It's the Mudblood who spoke next, "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in."

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." The look on their faces. Ha. They were all stunned.

"EAT SLUGS!" I burst out into fits of laughter as the stupid ginger's spell rebounded and hit himself. Hilarious. No one can mess with a Malfoy.