Cho Chang stared blankly at her broomstick. As she looked up, she not only looked into the eyes of professor McGonagall, but also into the eyes of 100's of people, all staring silently at her, waiting for her decision.
"Miss Chang this is the last time I will ask you," said Minerva McGonagall, lips only slightly parted to speak, a stern look of anger on her face. For an instance Cho was almost sure she saw a glint of happiness in her eyes, but it disappeared almost as rapidly as it had come.
"Hand over your broom or else face consequences far worse than the one that you are receiving. And don't look at me like that, we both know perfectly well that this is your own fault."
Cho felt a tear drip slowly down her freckled face. It burnt as it streamed along, the stares of curiosity, confusion, anger, disappointment, neglect, and gratefulness all shooting her down, leaving her, even in a crowd of more than 300 people, feeling alone and abandon.
"B-but Professor McGonagall….I-I thought you said I had a choice. I don't understand w-why-" Her words were cut off by the Professor's early response.
"Yes, Yes I know Miss Chang, you do have an option," a frustrated voice replied. It seemed as if Professor McGonagall thought this silly girl was simply wasting her time, and that all of this frivolous action was pointless.
"You can choose to either give up your broom and quidditch for the rest of your days at hogwarts," said the professor, with a slight tone of cheer in her voice, "Or you can give up the Quidditch cup for ravenclaw and lose your house 100 points." Murmurs and gasps in the audience were drowned out by the slytherians laughter, but even more by the false cries of Draco Malfoy.
"Our little ravenclaw here nearly kills me and that's the only punishment she gets?"
"Mr.Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall, "I truthfully do not care to hear you're opinion on this matter, as it is in no way you're decision as to Miss Chang's punishment."
"So," said the professor, turning back to Cho, "what is going to be your decision?"
More tears ran down Cho's face, blurring her vision and burning her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot and she knew she looked terrible. But what did she care? She didn't. Her one and only love had died only two years ago, and she had still not entirely recovered. Every time she looked at a hott guy passing by…..like Harry for example, ahhhh he is so dreamy…his fame was not at all what interested her either. No, that was not it. It was those bright green emeralds he had for eyes, and that jet- Black hair that was never tidy,( the subject always brought a smile to her face) she thought it was so sexy when he would walk into the room and run his hands through his hair to get it out of his eyes….more tears suddenly sprinted down her cheeks, how could she ever do this to cedric?!?! 'I am a horrible person' she thought. It seemed as if hours had gone by, when really it had only been seconds. Why torment herself any longer? She already knew the decision she was going to make.
She had purposefully knocked Malfoy off of his broom, sending him down towards the ground from nearly 50 feet in the air. Had it not been for Hillary Demble, one of the ravenclaw beaters, passing below, malfoy probably would have been dead. But that was not Cho's intention at all! She had simply been planning to give malfoy a shove to put him in his place, but malfoy, so weak and fragile, fell off his broom…. Everyone thought that Cho had only pushed malfoy because he was near the snitch-and she wasn't. What she just couldn't see was how people had that that was the reason! Everyone knew that she was the best seeker in the entire school. In the 1rst, 2nd, and 3rd year harry was always the best. But Cho came back to school one summer, and no one was really quite sure what happened to her, but she was FANTASTIC. Why the hell did these people think that she would need to knock malfoy off his broom to get to the snitch before him? The true reason was what he said about her mom….the truth hurts so harshly…..what else could she have done? How dare her insult her family like that? If it hadn't been for Voldermort, her mother would still be-
"Miss Chang! We are all anxiously anticipating your answer! Would you please be so kind as to give it to us?" Said Professor McGonagall angrily.
"Yes" said Cho, staring at faces all awaiting her betrayal. She wouldn't give it to them. "I give up quidditch." She said furiously as she thrust her broom into the professor's hands and stormed off of the quidditch pitch.