Oh, it was that time of the school year again. The time where nothing but Quidditch mattered to Hogwarts' students. Quidditch. Eurgh.

Really, she couldn't see one thing positive in the game. Not even in this situation. It was cold, the stands were high ... she was wasting her time. Bleh. Still, she should set the example as a Prefect, so that was why she bothered to make her way to the ever cold Quidditch pitch in order to support her House. Well, that and her ... personal reasons.

Wrapping her Slytherin scarf tighter around her neck, she tried her hardest not to look down as she made her way through the stands. If she looked down, she was bound to faint ... which really wouldn't be good. Eh. Finally finding a rather secure seat, she sat down and risked a peek at the pitch.

Goodness! The stands got higher and higher each match.