Eleanor Snape- Book 2

The Quidditch World Cup

Sarah Beth-

"That was the most boring thing I have ever had to sit through in my life! Ever!" I exclaimed after the Quidditch World Cup as Mr. Cornelius and I made our way to his huge, over-sized, green tent. "No, wait. I take that back! It's was the second most boring thing I've even had to sit thorough in my whole entire life!"

"What is the first?" Mr. Cornelius curiously asked as he took hug green bowler hat, which he had let me wear during the game, off my head and put it back onto his.

"The Sorting of the First years...I even thought my Sorting year was boring..." Mr. Cornelius chuckled.

"I'm sure you had a little fun watching the game. It was a good one!"

"The only good part was when it rained gold." My eyes sparkled with the memory of the gleaming yellow metal falling from the sky.

"I doesn't even impress you that Bulgaria caught the snitch, but Ireland won?"

"Well, I did like that cute Crumbs guy."

"Victor Krum?"

"I don't know. I guess..." I trailed off, not knowing what else to say. 

"Sarah Beth!" Someone called from behind me. Mr. Cornelius and I both looked behind us.

"Gregory!?" I turned around and broadly smiled. Gregory was standing with Draco Malfoy and Vincent Crabbe, wearing all red and black.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. I ran up to him and almost tackled him by hugging.

"Gregory, I thought you were supporting Bulgaria?" Both Gregory and I looked at Draco in confusion. "Oh, wait, that's just Sarah Beth. I thought you were hugging one of the Leprechauns. She's about the same height..."

"Er, well," I let go of Gregory, put my hands on my hips, and thought for a moment. I wasn't used to people insulting me. It was usually the other way around. "At least I don't solve all my problems with my daddy's money!" His nostrils flared.

"Yeah! You know why you don't use your daddy's money? Because you don't have one! You are just like Potter! Do you cry for your mummy and daddy like Potter does for his?" I could feel my cheeks getting red with anger. I thought back to when he talked about my parents in Diagon Alley before my first year at Hogwarts. There was a difference between first year me and the fourth year me, and that was strength. I wasn't going to let Draco get the best of me like last time... I wasn't going to cry like last time... and I was going to break his nose, just like I had blackened his girlfriend's eyes during the school year.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" I pulled my fist back to punch him, but all I felt was air when I threw my fist forward. I continued to go forward, until I lost my balance and fell to the ground, face first. A pain throbbed in my nose. I looked up; Draco had taken several steps back.

"This is a waste of time." Draco turned around. "Crabbe. Goyle. Come on." Crabbe hesitated, then nodded and followed. Gregory, however, hesitated.

"You guys go ahead. I'll meed you later." The two boys walked away, leaving me on the ground with a warm trail of blood snaking down my face from my nose. Mr. Cornelius rushed up behind me.

"Are you okay, dear?" He asked and helped me off the ground.

"Yeah." I brushed myself off.

"I'm afraid those boys weren't very nice, were they?" He looked at Gregory, "And who is this? A school friend?"

"You could say that." I spoke up before Gregory could.

"Nice you meet you...?"

"Goyle. Gregory Goyle." Mr. Cornelius shook his hand.