The tournament was a thrilling event although tarnished by the fact Gryffindor had won, as per usual. She looked over at the crowd of young Gryffindors still of school age crowing loudly over their house's victory in disgust. Some things never changed.
Her dress was lovely and warm, perfect for watching the games in the windy stands and yet fancy enough to wear to the after party. She wasn't going to go too over the top, after all, it was only Hogwarts. Pansy listened to Daphne chat about something or rather - okay, correction, she wasn't really listening but it was polite to pretend to and Daphne was suppose to be her friend. Her eyes darted every so often to the doors as they open to see who had ventured in.
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