Success
Another match, Slytherin against Ravenclaw, had just ended and Pansy had spent the entire time cheering, her voice magnified, for Draco. “
Quietus,” she croaked, loudly, returning her now hoarse voice to its normal volume. Well, as normal as it can be after screaming, cheering, and booing for five hours straight. Thankfully, Draco had caught the Snitch, finally ending the game.
Back in the common room a party was well under way. It looked as if a few students had slipped away from the game early to prepare. “Great job, Draco!” she exclaimed, her voice squeaking loudly.
“Thanks,” replied Draco, laughing at the state of Pansy’s voice.
*Ugh, the title reminds me of the essay I wrote yesterday... For Emma, who knows how annoying that essay really was (thanks to my complaining)
