The first Quidditch match of the season, between Gryffindor and Slytherin, took place in November. Leo and Marisa sat with the other Slytherins, Draco and Marisa studiously ignoring each other.
When the match began, Potter immediately flew up high. He soon dived (Draco said that Harry had spotted some money on the ground; Leo and Marisa both ignored him) towards what Leo thought was the Snitch.
Just as he was about to catch it, Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain, flew directly in front of him. The Gryffindors began protesting loudly and Madam Hooch called for a penalty.
"This sort of thing gives Slytherin a bad name," said Leo. "You at least shouldn't be seen to break the rules so blatantly."
Marisa nodded.
As the match continued, Potter's broom suddenly began to jerk around uncontrollably. Marisa raised her eyebrows.
"Why is this happening?"
"I think it's jinxed," said Leo.
Marisa couldn't help feeling a reluctant admiration for Potter's flying skills, even though she was sure she could have done just as well herself.
The Weasley twins flew over to Potter to try and help him onto a better broom, which did no good at all. Marcus Flint scored five times without anyone noticing.
"Who would have jinxed that broom?"
"Potter must have enemies. Servants of the – You-Know-Who."
"Or their children, out to avenge their parents." Marisa added.
Leo paused. "Like – you know – me?"
"Your parents were supporters of You-Know-Who?"
Leo nodded reluctantly. "Yeah. I thought you'd have found out by now."
"And you didn't tell me?" spat Marisa, getting to her feet. "Some friend you are!"
"I don't like to talk about it," said Leo, "I – I thought – "
Marisa rolled her eyes. "Goodbye, Lord Asriel," she said, icy emphasis on his title. "I won't be seeing you."
She stalked out. As she did so she heard a yell in Potter's voice: "I've got it! I've got the Snitch!" Gritting her teeth and thinking that she could have got to the Snitch first, she walked on.