This was written for The Point of View in a Week Challenge. Please review! Unfortunately I had to rush this so let me know if you spot any mistakes please.
Blaise
I looked around the platform, scowling as I spotted Potter, the Mudblood and the Weasley's. Malfoy had told me all about the Quidditch World Cup, how they'd managed to get a seat in the top box, while I'd been stuck in average seats. How Weasley managed to get seats up there I don't know, but there should be a law against it. I spat on the ground with disgust, turning to find Malfoy behind me, smirking. My mother had already left, having to get to some photoshoot but I wasn't surprised to see Lucius Malfoy stood over his son, the Malfoy's have always been a tightly knitted family.
"What're you smirking at?" I asked Malfoy.
"Potter. How much are we betting he hasn't heard about the tri-wizard tournament yet?"
I smiled, "Of course. He'll be furious that we know something he doesn't."
"Now, now, Draco," Lucius said, a warning in his tone, "You know that you aren't supposed to know."
"It's alright, Mr. Malfoy," I said, "I'll pretend I heard someone at the ministry talking about it." Anything to get one up on Potter. Top Box seats. As if.