~ooO Against : Lavender Brown Ooo~
Lavender Brown was gloating. In the past the the bookworm always came out smelling of roses. She was so lucky, too lucky for it to be magical. Lavender wondered if Hermione Granger was using some ancient long-forgotten magic, a spell or charm that made her so incredibly lucky. When she heard the swotty know-it-all actually succeeded in drawing the Sword from the Stone, that she was going to be the next Magical Queen, Lavender had thrown a fit breaking all the dishes in her flat. But when she heard who Hermione had to marry in order to keep the crown she had laughed.
Served the little bitch right, being forced to marry the infamous Muggleborn hater Salazar Slytherin. If her match had turned out to be the Dark Lord, Lavender would have gone out and bought drinks for everyone in the closest pub. It would have been most amusing to see what Granger would have done in that situation. But this would be entertaining enough. Salazar Slytherin was a blood purist and he hated Muggleborns. It would not be easy to live with him.
The blonde watched the dark-haired blue-eyed wizard standing next to Hermione. He was reserved but politely greeting each person in line. A darkness in Lavender's heart whispered words that resonated strongly. He might be smiling and having pretty manners in public but he'll beat her bloody for being an uppity mudblood once they are in private.
Lavender was pleased. She disliked seeing Hermione being adulated and feted. The other witch's prominence and reputation from the Battle of Hogwarts would only grow now that she was the Magical Queen. She did not want to see Hermione being fawned over. The Yule Ball was bad enough; this was infinitely worse.
Perhaps Won-Won will need some consolation. He must be very unhappy. His ex was the new Queen and she was marrying a Slytherin. The Slytherin.
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~