The Great Hall was buzzing with excitement when Harry arrived for breakfast. Hermione was reading a thick book '50 Fisherman's knots', while Ron looked over her shoulder, winding a leather strap around his hands and looking confused. "I dunno how anyone expects me to tie that knot using leath. Hi Harry!" Hermione looked up from her book, "Good morning Harry" she chirped, "guess what, everyone's saying something about a 'Search for a Supermodel' contest being held at Hogwarts during the next few months, isn't that just so cool?" "Uh, yeah, sure it is Herm," he mumbled absent- mindedly. "Hey Ron maybe you should practice those knots on a piece of rope before you move onto the leather, eh?" Ron scowled at Harry. "Meh" was his only reply.

The hall went quiet when Dumbledore stood up; he cleared his throat, and petted Fawkes lovingly on the head. "As you all may have heard, these next few weeks at Hogwarts there will be a 'Search for a Supermodel' contest being held." At these words Snape twitched, and looked thoughtfully ahead, into the distance, as if remembering some fond memory of his youth. "So," Dumbledore continued "for the 5th years and over, this is a brilliant opportunity for you to begin a meaningless and material career. Entries will be collected in the entrance way, that is all."

Ron turned to Harry with a manic grin on his face. "Harry, man, we have to enter.just think of all the chicks!" He had a point, Harry had to admit, "but, what about our work, wont that be." He was cut short be a hand sailing through the air and smacking into the side of his head. "Shut up you dumbass, we're entering!"

And so, it seemed, was Draco Malfoy. He sat sandwiched between the now significantly bulkier Crabbe and Goyle, twirling the end of his baby pink feather boa around his little finger, and chewing his tongue. It was his 'thinking position'.