The nasty dark green Slytherin patch mocked you as you stood in front of Jason Todd, this year’s Slytherin Face. Of course, his cold demeanor and attitude is what made the sorting hat decide he was Slytherin born.

“She doesn’t even know basic magic.” he taunts loudly, talking about you like you weren’t moments away from casting a spell to choke him.

Richard pats your back, silently telling you to let it go. His blue patch made you feel welcomed. Ravenclaws never gave you a bad impression. Damian and Tim, from the Hufflepuff house, squint at Jason, shaking him for his overly cockiness.

You and Jason battled for the title of the best Quidditch player. The cheering and attention you both got for your skills was a booster for your performance on the field. Each time you were close to earning it, he would shoot the chance down. Vice Versa. It was so intense, he broke your leg. You couldn’t play for a whole tournament.