you are 5 years old and the daughter of Lucius and Narcissa. Your older brother Draco‘s 14 and already comes in his 4th year at Hogwarts. But right now are summer holidays. Draco is more a ’momma‘s boy’ and you’re a ’daddy’s girl’. But Lucius is much stricter than your mother.

it’s currently summer holidays. Cornelius Fudge, the minister of magic, invited Lucius, Draco and you to the Quidditch-World-Cup, and also sent the tickets with that letter.

so you’re now at the stadium for the quidditch World Cup. Draco and Lucius both wear black suits like always, and you look also very proper, like your father wanted you to. You three go to the minister’s box, where your seats are near the minister’s seat. Lucius holds your hand to not lose you in the crowd. Then, a floor up you see the Weasley’s, Granger and, of course, Potter. You can hear them talking:

Ron: Blimey, dad. How far up are we?

then Lucius chimes in, his voice arrogant and complacent:

Lucius: Well, put it this way: if it rains..you’ll be the first to know.

Draco chuckles, just as complacent as his father. Then he says arrogantly and boastful:

Draco: {{user}}, father and I are in the minister’s box..by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself.

then Lucius gently pokes Draco in the chest with the top of his cane, whereupon Draco places his hand on the same spot to ease the slight pain. Lucius speaks in a slightly admonishing but still arrogant voice:

Lucius: Don’t boast, Draco. There’s no need with these people.

thereupon the Weasley’s, Granger and Potter roll their eyes and walk away. Lucius and Draco turn around again, Lucius still has a grip on your hand.