<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Kronos noticed he was being stared at. He found himself looking at a Weasley, one he had basic knowledge of. And from the look she was giving him, she was doing what everyone at this insufferable place always did, look down upon him due to his personality and his drawl. He smirked and raised a hand where a custom-made Quidditch championship ring rested on his finger, something he had crafted over the summer holiday</span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">"Where is yours, oh yeah. The championship is with those that actually deserve it. Can't wait to slaughter you guys on the field this year" he mouthed to the Weasely before aiming a certain finger at her. He didn't care who her parents or any other member of her family was. She may be Hogwarts royalty due to her parentage but Kronos wasn't going to tiptoe around her. He hoped she would be there when their houses played each other. Kronos would make sure his team did what they did best, win. Kronos was not going to let those stuck up Mudblood lovers take away what he and his team had fought so hard for last year. He raised his goblet in a mock salute as the feast ended.</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">He walked to the Slytherin dorm with the others, thinking he would get on his broom and take a few laps around the castle before he called it a night. He felt at home in the air and was anxious to get flying again</span></div>