Chapter 6

November 26

I ran into the most interesting person today.  A Gryffindor.  Normally, I avoid Gryffindors at all costs, but I didn't realize he was Gryffindor for a while.

But even more interesting, was that he was Genevieve's brother.

I literally ran into him, on my way the Quidditch game. Both of us fell to the ground.

I had taken off my school robes, for I found them too much when watching Quidditch.  He had done the same.  We weren't even dressed in our colors since it was Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff.

"Sorry," I said, planning on getting up and leaving.

"'S ok.  Hey, your name's Pritchard, right?"

"Yeah," I said suspiciously.  "What's it to you?"

"I think my sister mentioned you once."

"Oh, really.  Who's your sister?"  We started walking down the hallway.

"Ginny."

"I don't think I know a Ginny."  I honestly couldn't think if who he was talking about.

"Ginny Weasley."

Then it struck me.  Ginny was short for Genevieve.  "Oh, yes I know her.  You on your way to the quiddetch match?"  I asked quickly desperately trying to change the subject.

"Yeah.  You?"

"Of course.  I find the variety in approach of the contrasting sides particularly thought provoking."

"Uh, right.  Well, we're late they'll start soon."  As we hurried along to the pitch it hit me that he must be a Gryffindor.  Everyone knows all Weasleys are Gryffindors.  But, I should be friendly with him.

He obviously doesn't know I'm a Slytherin, and he could be a valuable asset and connection for me when I reach a high political level.  Usually I look down on all Gryffindors, but he is very tall.

"Do you think that Ravenclaw will win?" he asked as we walked.

"Of course not.  Hufflepuff is doing better then ever now that Cedric Diggory is on the team.  Not to mention that everyone one the team went to a Quidditch training camp last summer."  I rattled off a lot of information that I had heard from the Slytherin Quidditch spies this morning.

"Really.  I have an idea."  Weasley walked quickly into a dark corner at the base of the Quidditch field.  There, a tall figure was lurking.

"Weasley," it said, in a very deep voice.

"Hall.  I would like to place a bet on the Hufflepuff team."

"For how much, Weasley."

Weasley turned to me.  "What do you say, bloke?"

"We bet ten galleons that Hufflepuff will win 200 to 30."  I didn't just say this off the top of my head, or course.  I had to think deeply about the probability and stuff.

"Sounds good," Weasley said, handing Hall the money before walking off, motioning for me to follow.

I won't bore you with the details of the game, journal, but I won the bet.  Weasley sat with me during the game, discussing the tactics that helped my understand it even better.  By the end I decided that he and I had a decently good friendship.  We split the money and I was on my way.  Praying that he would never find out my house.  If he knew, he would hate me.