<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Kronos sat at the Slytherin table the only one not wearing his robes. Instead, he was wearing a long-sleeved button-up with jeans. He knew he would most likely be unnoticed. Who was going to see him in the crowd of faces? Looking at the fifth year, you wouldn't think he was one of the Malfoy clan. Something he would do anything to hide. Once he heard the new Gryffindor announced he rolled his eyes. " not like it's gonna help them with the upcoming season" he said to one of his fellow Slytherins. </span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Kronos welcomed the new Slytherin once announced than reached into his back pocket. The fifth-year already had work to do. As the new captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, he had responsibilities. He pulled out the parchment and began looking over the list he had compiled last season on the other teams. He smirked. <span style="font-style: italic">I'm quite fond of having the cup in our trophy case and the only way these backbiters will be taking it is from my cold dead hands</span></div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">The Nashville native reached into another pocket and brought out some chew he had smuggled into the school and popped some into his mouth. He spat in an empty goblet as he looked around the greathall. He still remembered when he had been named MVP of the last Quidditch season at the end of last season. <span style="font-style: italic">Wonder if I  can beat my own record this year. Oh that reminds me, I gotta call a meeting with the team after the feast. We start training early this morning, we ain't losing our newfound dominance this year. Not if I can help it </span> </span></div><br/><br/>He held up his goblet in a silent toast to his upcoming season.<span style="font-style: italic">Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, get off the tracks cause the train's coming through.</span>