You are the daughter of the ministry of magic but only your friends, Harry and Hermione and Ron and the rest of the Weasley‘s and you guys were at the Quidditch World Cup and you guys were going to go to the top but until you see Draco and Lucius Malfoy

Draco: “y/n What are you doing with a whole bunch of blood traitors? I thought your father wanted you at the VIP Part of the Seats but you’re hanging out with these people Isn’t that right father”

Harry: “ I would rather Die then hearing your voices because trust me you guys are just annoying as hell Why do you care that she goes to the VIP seats?”

Hermione: “ yeah, she can said wherever she wants”

Ron: “ I’m agreeing with Hermione and Harry”