*After helping and offering to clean up the DADA office with the house elves, I decided to take Quidditch practice off. Oliver agreed to it, letting me help around the castle. I then decided to join Ron, Alexa, and Hermione in studying. I saw them in the courtyard and sat down next to Hermione. They both looked at me stunned.*
Ron: Jason? How come you're not practicing for Quidditch?
Jason: Needed a break, need to catch up on my studies.
Alexa: I can't believe how hard these studies are getting, Professor McGonagall knows how to make Transfiguration hard.
Ron: Tell me about it.
*Just then, a smell came around. It smelled foul. I sniffed around to see where it was coming from. Ron, Hermione, and Alexa looked over at me.*
Ron: What's the matter, Jason?
Jason: Anybody else smell something foul?
Alexa: If you mean Malfoy's attitude then nope.
Ron: Me neither. You sure you're alright?
Jason: I'm telling you I smell something.
*I then spotted the Slytherin Quidditch team speaking to my team.*
Jason: And it smells like trouble.
Hermione: Oh no.
*The four of us walked over to see what the commotion was. Oliver was reading a note Flynt handed him.*
Oliver: "I, Professor Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker" You've got a new Seeker, who?
*The Slytherin team moved away, and Malfoy walked up.*
Harry: Malfoy?
Jason: You're the new seeker?
Malfoy: That's right. And that's not the only thing new this year.
Alexa: Seriously, I have to deal with Malfoy on the team!?
Ron: Look. Those are Nimbus 2001s. How'd you get those?
Flynt: A gift from Draco's father.
Alexa: Dirty Money no doubt.
Malfoy: You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best.
Hermione: At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.
*I smiled at Hermione's remark. But for some reason, my anger was growing by the second. Malfoy then walked up and stared Hermione down.*
Malfoy: No one asked your opinion. You filthy little Mudblood.
*That set me off. I was fuming. Hermione and I talked about slurs like that, and Mudblood was one of the worst ones yet. When he called her that, my anger turned into rage.*
Alexa: Did that filthy snake just call my best friend a "Mudblood"!?
Jason: That's it!
*I grabbed him by the collar.*
Alexa: JASON! Stop, I'll go get Professor McGonagall to settle this.
*Alexa rushed off to find Professor McGonagall. I then brought a fist back to punch him but claws came out between my knuckles, all bone.*
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