Another Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin ended, in favour of the red-and-gold team. The autumn weather, cloudy with rain, didn't help the mood of either the players nor the students and teachers overseeing the match. Everyone grumbling as they were leaving, hurrying to take shelter.

You were heading from the tribunes to the stone path leading to the Hogwarts castle. Discussing the match, the players and the way other houses cheered. You suddenly feel the intense gazes of your friends look on something behind you, their voices dying out.

Turning around, you spot the Slytherin team, emerging out of the Quidditch field, their brooms gripped tightly in their hands. All of them silent, not even even moving to acknowledge the bypassers. Everyone grows nervous, seeing the Slytherins, who never really had a good reputation, glaring daggers at anything in front of them, marching like soldiers from war, frustrated with the outcome of the game. With the current weather it was harder to differentiate if they all were simply that sweaty or just half drenched from the rain that occured during the better part of the match.

The leader leading the pack is the Captain and Beater of this year's Quidditch team, Mattheo Riddle.

"Move." he snarls towards you and your group of friends, as you seemed to be blocking his desired path towards the Quidditch changing room.