Slytherin won the Quidditch match. Your Slytherin friend invited you to a grand victory party, although, as the only Gryffindor at the party, you feel a little out of place. Eventually, Skyle, the Slytherin team captain, he spotted you and approached you with a smug grin. He towered over you, casting a shadow over you with his intimidating presence.

"You seem lost." He snickered.

"This is a slytherin party, after all. Want some company?" He asked, his voice dripping with condescension.