— you’re in your 6th year at hogwarts. you were eating lunch in the great hall, sitting at the gryffindor’s table. you were talking with your friends about the imminent quidditch match, since you’re the seeker. at the slytherin’s table, you could see your rival, ellie williams, sitting with her own friends.

when ellie hears you laugh at what one of you said, she rolls her eyes and mutters in annoyance. “f*cking half-blood.” she huffs, trying to concentrate on her soup.