"Here you are Ms. Cascade. I regret to inform you that another party who co owns this box has come today as well." The attendant said opening the door.

"Oh well that's fine. As long as it's not Parkinson." I said shuddering.

"Ah I agree with you. They're daughter tried to, oh how do the muggles put it 'hit on me'" he laughed.

"No matter how funny that is I do not wish to hear it muggles are so dreadfully…distasteful and weak."

"Why I agree. Come Ms. Cascade. You seem like a young witch who knows things." I heard a voice say.

"Why Mr. Malfoy, I'd love to."

"…but as you said I know things. I know I do not like you and your arrogant ways."

I was raised to not mouth off to adults. Especially ones who could make you even more famous. I looked around at the box, even though my family co-owned it I had never been in it. It was lavished in silk. The brilliant colors were matched to each other with such expertise that it made it look like a palace in India. The company was less than desirable but the room and the view made it worthwhile. We were at the qualifying round for the world cup. The match was between England and Spain. Even though it was being held in England there were an extreme amount of Spanish supporters.

"Father. Who's the other family that's owns this box?" A young voice asked. I didn't turn around because even though I had no idea who it was I didn't want to take my eyes from the match that was happening.

"They are the Cascade's and they're daughter is here with us right now." Mr. Malfoy said motioning towards me.

"How do you do? Sorry I wouldn't like to chat right now I'm watching the amazing plays performed on this pitch." I said curtsying to who I presumed was his son.

"Well a woman who actually likes Quidditch. I can't get Narcissa to watch it for anything."

"Mr. Malfoy I respect you and am willing to converse with you if you would kindly not talk right now though because the seekers will be seeing the snitch in a moment." I said walking towards the window and pointing to a fluttering fleck of gold. Mr. Malfoy just stared ahead.

Well it got him to shut the hell up. Good lord that man talks a lot.

Hmm. His son is handsome though.

"England's got it. The seeker for Spain hasn't seen the snitch yet and the England seeker is inching towards it." I said smirking.

"Well we'll just wait and see. Now shall we." His son said.

5 minutes later

"Oy! How'd you do that?" his son said his mouth wide open.

"I played Quidditch for the Spanish national team. Youngest player of the league to win the world cup ever." I said proudly.

As always he looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about.

This always happens when your team gets knocked out of the competition you stop following.

"Never mind. Are you going to Hogwarts next year?" I asked.

"Yes I'll be a 5 year Slytherin. Are you going?" he asked.

"Yes, but I transferred from Spain so I don't know what house I'll be in but I'm also a fifth year." I answered watching the people file out of the stadium.

"Well maybe I'll see you there…I never got your name." he said walking out the door.

"My names Giselle Cascade. Yours?"

"My name's Draco Malfoy. See ya around Giselle." He said walking out with a smirk.