<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Kronos walked with his fellow Slytherins and got his latest model of the Firebolt Quidditch broom. He hurried to the field grinning. He hadn't really meant anything he had implied to the Gryffindor before, it was all mind games. He loved playing them with his future adversaries. It threw them off and allowed him to do a quick analysis of them</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">He headed to the field and mounted his broom. A few seconds later he was in the air, zipping through the air. This was home for Kronos, flying, feeling the cool air sting his cheeks as he flew around in the sky. He felt at peace here. He took a sharp nose dive down to the field, pulling up at the last second, snagging some grass in his hand</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Kronos kept zipping through the sky whooping and yelling " I'm the King of the World!"</div></span>