Author's Note: This story has kind of caught the muse. This may be because I need it done before I start the sequel to Ritually Yours. It may just be because I had events in the story that were interesting to me. In any case, the muse gave me it rather quickly considering the effects of my job and other Summer events. That being said, the muse has moved during my final edits of this chapter.

I'd like to thank nzaman, SlickRCBD, and Josette for their editing assistance, as well as other members of CaerAkzaban, both the mailing list and discord who have shaped this story.


Chapter Seven Stoking the Fire

The tall floo reception room was also the same room that the Malfoys had used for Christmas, with it's tall fireplace and pipe organ. It was meant to impress, but Julie Malfoy didn't care one bit about that. Today, for the first time ever, she had invited someone to her house. Back in their apartment in Hounslow, Julie would have never even considered inviting friends over. It was a council apartment, in a not well maintained building, up on the fifth floor. She was going to a much more upscale school than the apartment would indicate her family had the means for.

She'd learnt that it was because of an education trust from her maternal grandfather, who she hadn't managed to meet yet. He was still alive, though, and Julie was sure that at some point the lure of her sister's newborn would overcome his vow not to set foot in Wiltshire.

Some of her school mates had found out where she had live. Her tormentor Winton-Henke had actually turned up on the doorstep of the building once. With that and the fact that her mother had earned a living as a tavern maid for nearly a decade, Julie refused to think about that man in any fashion, had led to much teasing on the part of her classmates.

Discovering that one of her classmates, that hadn't been one of those who had gone after her, was a fellow witch, had been a relief. Finding out that her real father and her family were in the same circles had been even more surprising. Their mutual hatred of Winton-Henke had been a very good start to their bonding.

So when Astoria Greengrass exited from the fireplace, managing to twist into a pirouette as she shot out of it, Julie had been on the edge. But as Astoria bowed, Julie felt the tension leave her. She giggled.

"She'll be here all night," her older brother Draco deadpanned.

"Yes she will, Draco," Julie said. "Mum Narcissa, Mum. Come on 'Ria, I want to show you my rooms."

Just as Julie and Astoria were about to leave the room, the fireplace flared green again, and another girl shot out of the fireplace. The new girl had dark brown hair and a Mediterranean complexion. The girl's gaze immediately focused on Julie's mothers.

"Auntie Narcissa, save me from Mum's wedding planning," the girl said, as she rushed over to Mum Narcissa. "It's not until June and she's driving me nuts. Even Miranda is feed up, and she likes dressing up."

"Evangellia, did you just floo over without asking your mother?" Mum Narcissa asked.

"I told her where I was going," Evangellia said, standing in front of Narcissa with her hands behind her back and feet crossed.

"Eva-a-ah," came the voice of another girl as she shot out of the fireplace. "Save me from mummy. She wants me to try new dresses again."

"The little annoyance had to follow," Julie heard Evangellia mumble.

"Right, hold on," Mum Narcissa said, putting a pinch of flue powder in the fire. "Za-Za-Za Beanie." The fire turned that particular shade of green that indicated communication, and Narcissa ducked her head into the fireplace.

Julie couldn't hear what her other mother was saying, but from her posture, Julie got the feeling that Narcissa Malfoy was giving one of her famous lectures. Julie had been the recipient of a couple of those. All three of her parents had equal rights as when it came to assigning punishment, and they were remarkably consistent, but Julie had quickly caught onto the signals that Mum Narcissa had caught her doing something wrong. Whoever Mum Narcissa was talking with had done something wrong.

Mum Narcissa stood up and turned around. "Juliet, this is Evangellia Zabini, my goddaughter. Unfortunately it appears that I'm going to need to straighten out her mother, who is a bit over with her upcoming seventh wedding. If you can let her join you and Miss Greengrass today, while I make sure she and her younger sister have at somewhat sane mother to go home to this afternoon?"

Julie took a better look at Evangellia. The girl was dressed in rather formal robes, that judging from the pins, were in the middle of being altered. Her long brown hair was pinned up and she had eyes that defied classification, being a bit brown and a bit blue. Something about the girl's expression told Julie that the girl was lonely, and definitely tired of dealing with the young sibling who looked like she was going to tag along. Since her mother hadn't introduced her, Julie knew that wasn't going to happen.

"Julie Malfoy," Julie said. "This is my friend Astoria Greengrass. We go to school together."

"You get to go to school? Mother insists on tutors. I hate them. Call me Eva." Eva offered her hand.

Julie reached out and shook it.

"Astoria, no nickname, but not for want of finding a good one," Astoria said offering her own hand which was swiftly shook as well.

While they were introducing themselves, it appeared that Narcissa had somehow drug Miranda away from Eva and was on her way out of the room.

"Come on, we're on the way to my suite," Julie said. "I think I've got something there you can put on instead of whatever you Mum was trying to have altered for you."

"Yes, you've got to have something comfortable on when you're watching Trek," Astoria said, as the three started to walk out of the room.

"Trek?" Eva asked. "What's that?"

"Star Trek," Julie said, as they turned down the hall to the children's wing. "It's only the best Science Fiction show other there, especially since they cancelled Doctor Who."

"Doctor Who?" Eva puzzled.

"Exactly," Julie said. "The Seventh Doctor was a poor choice. The new Captain on Star Trek, however, Patrick Stewart is a much better lead actor in the series than Sylvester McCoy."

"I couldn't agree more, even though I like Kirk more that Picard," Astoria said.

"Kirk? Picard?" Eva said in an even more puzzled tone.

"Oh, we've got a telly virgin," Julie said as she opened the door to her sitting room. "Let's get you out of that unfinished robe into something comfortable."

"You still have that red shirt t-shirt?" Astoria asked, as they passed through Julie's sitting room to her bed chamber.

"No way would I make her wear a red shirt for her initiation into the mysteries of science fiction," Julie said, as she spied her twin brother laying on his stomach on her bed, reading a book. Since it had been almost two lunar cycles since his rebirth, Jupiter Romulas Malfoy was now almost two years old again, and taking advantage of his return to mobility to visit his old twin's room. Julie didn't mind. As far as she was concerned, her twin could come by anytime.

"Julie, you're right that this tech manual is as good as Mister Scott's," her twin said.

"It is," Julie replied. "Astoria, Eva, this is my resurrected twin brother Jupiter Romulas, or as he's known in the family, Junior. Junior, we've got to get Eva into something comfortable, so if you'll take to the sitting room?"

"Nothing I haven't seen," Junior groused, though he still got up and headed back to Julie's sitting room.

"He doesn't look like he's old enough to be your twin," Eva remarked, as Julie opened her wardrobe.

"It's a long story, but he was dead for three years as a ghost protecting me," Julie said, pulling out a long sleeve shirt that said "IDIC" with the appropriate graphic. A pair of gray tracksuit bottoms joined them. "Here, I think these should fit, and they should be comfortable too."

"I don't think I've ever worn trousers like these," Eva said holding them up. "Mother insists on robes." She quickly stripped off her robes, revealing that, as Julie had suspected, she had nothing under those robes.

"You'll find them very comfortable," Astoria remarked. "Especially on a cold British Spring day. Daphne wears some under her robes at Hogwarts on the weekends."

As Eva got dressed, Julie turned to Astoria. "Do we change the episodes we were going to watch? You may have missed 'Yesterday's Enterprise' but it's not a first episode."

"A couple Original Series episodes, some other Next Generation, then 'Yesterday's Enterprise,'" Astoria suggested.

"Tribbles then Enterprise Incident?" Julie suggested. "Nothing second season for TNG."

"Measure of Man is good, but not an introductory episode," Astoria said. "We'll have to go with Encounter at Farpoint, but that's four hours before we get to why I came here."

"Four hours well spent, though," Julie said.


Victoria was at her desk in her sitting room. As the heir to the Malfoy family, there were certain expectations, she'd discovered. One of them was thank you notes for all of the gifts that she'd gotten in the recent baby shower. The shower had only occurred two week ago, after the Slytherins had heard of Penelope Weasley nee Clearwater's. Slytherin was not going be told that they'd done any less than Ravenclaw and Gryffindor in anything. Penelope had needed a baby shower, Victoria had not, at least not after she'd been restored to her position as a Malfoy.

Still, Victoria had to admit that Pansy Parkinson had excellent taste in baby clothes, as long as they were for a male. The girl had an unnatural preference for french pink, or Barbie pink, either seemed to do, and there was a difference. She'd been told that Pansy's mother had forbidden her from ever purchasing another pink outfit.

As soon as she finished the thank you note to Pansy, placing it in the significant pile that her fairly new eagle owl, Prince Albert, would be given in a when she was done. Victoria had been quite amused when she'd found out that Orpington had ended up talking to Granger about what went on at babyshowers, in order to organize it. Orpington had also passed on Granger's preferences to Brown, who was apparently arranging one for Granger in April, to allow her classmates to purchase some things during this break.

There was a knock on Victoria's door, which told her right away that it wasn't any of her siblings. None of them knocked, unless they knew that Julian was over. Junior had spread the word about that. "Who is it?" she called.

"Professor Snape," was the reply.

"Enter," Victoria ordered. She remained seated as her Head of House entered. Even though it was break, Professor Snape was still dressed in his black professorial robes, which swished as he turned towards her. "Please, take a seat on the chaise," she said as she stood to go around her desk. Taking her own seat in her very comfortable chair with Patrick's bassinet next to it, she asked, "What brings you to visit me at Malfoy Manor today?"

"Madam Hooch's report on the Slytherin / Ravenclaw game was delivered to me yesterday afternoon," Professor Snape said.

"I assume it was suitably and deservingly harsh on our house's team?" Victoria asked. The game had been in her opinion the worst example of cheating that she'd ever seen.

"Harsh would be an understatement," Professor Snape replied. "Flint and two others will be turned over to the Aurors before the Octave Feast at your return. We will be expelling Flint and suspending the other two. No member of the current Quidditch Team will be on the team by the beginning of the feast, and none of those involved will ever be allowed to play on a team at Hogwarts again. I'm also stripping Farley of her Prefect badge, though she may earn it back next year."

"It's about time, but why come visit me?" Victoria asked. She'd known that the game had been bad, but for three to be handed over to the Aurors, and the whole team removed, that was a lot worse that she expected.

"You are the closest Slytherin still at Hogwarts to having been a member of the team," Professor Snape said. "Professor McGonagall says that you should have been chosen last year, and I found that I can not disagree with her. In the last year, despite all that has been going on in your life, you have shown yourself to be an exceptional leader in your house. You are my first choice as the new Quidditch Captain."

Victoria found herself shocked, as she sat back in her seat. She'd dreamed of being Quidditch Captain since she'd first read Quidditch Through the Ages before her first year. When she'd gotten pregnant, she'd thought that it was out of her reach. Her father had told her it wasn't, and promised her that she'd get a chance to tryout for the team again, but this, this was something entirely unexpected.

She looked at her sleeping baby. There was certainly Patrick to consider, but her father was letting her have Dobby to help take care of him. She wouldn't neglect him, but her father was insistent that she live, not just go through the motions at school now that she was a mother. Patrick was just eating and sleeping now. True, as a third year she'd likely have the role through her seventh, for four and a third years as Captain.

Patrick would be four by her seventh year. She could see a toddler dressed in Slytherin Green cheering his mother. She could see a way to show that life hadn't gotten her down, that a girl could still lead in Slytherin. Victoria had to do it. It was her dream, her inspiration, and the legacy that she'd dreamed that she would leave behind at Hogwarts.

"I'll do it," she said, firmly. "Though Patrick comes first and I'm going to need some help with tryouts."

"What do you think of Oliver Wood?" Professor Snape asked.


Draco Malfoy had decided to sit with his sister on the Hogwarts Express, mainly because he actually enjoyed his time with his first nephew, Patrick Draco. Of course that meant that he was also sitting with his sister's betrothed, Julian Ollivander. Victoria and Julian were in that sickening point in their relationship where they were taking every opportunity to kiss. He supposed that it bode well for the relationship, and it did allow him to hold his nephew. Still, it was annoying.

He was really surprised when Victoria had invited Wood to the compartment. He was the Quidditch Captain for Gryffindor, and apparently this year's most likely winner of the Captain of Quidditch Award going into the last round of games. He knew his sister wanted to have that award some day. He had no idea why his sister would invite that Gryffindor to the compartment.

"So, Wood, Professor Snape says you might be willing to help me run the Quidditch Tryouts for Slytherin next week," Victoria said as the Hogwarts Express left London.

"Tryouts?" Draco and Wood replied in unison.

"Professor Snape is about to fire the whole team and has appointed me to take over," Victoria said, taking the Quidditch Captain badge out of one of her many robe pockets and flashing it before returning it to the pocket. "I'm not supposed to put it on until we get into the Great Hall. He said that Professor McGonagall recommended you, as someone who could help me run it and make sure that Gryffindor had a worthy rival in Slytherin for once."

Wood seemed to be a bit shocked at first, but then he grinned. "A quidditch team is only as good as the teams it plays shows. I don't think anyone has had to run a full tryout before. You'll be playing Chaser?"

"Of course," Victoria said. "I might be able to get a waver for first years to play, since you have Potter, and I'm certainly going to try to get a reserve team next year. I'll be lucky to get a full team with so short of notice. Hufflepuff might end up winning by us forfeiting due to lack of seven players."

"They're not a factor for the Cup this year," Wood replied. "Your team is going to need a lot of work in a short period of time. You're going to need to find good players who are not worried about their OWLs or NEWTs. You've got maybe one upper year who I'd think would even consider trying out. You're going to need to find Chasers who have good chemistry with each other. No time to iron out rivals. Keepers don't need as much chemistry as other team members, but with beaters, it's an absolute must. Fred and George are a key reason that Gryffindor is so good."

"Professor Snape says that Professor McGonagall says that I should ask you for help running my tryouts," Victoria said. "I intend to have them next Saturday, which pretty much the quickest I can. I have to make the decisions on the players, but you ran some really good tryouts early this year, even if you didn't find a Seeker then."

"I was hoping that Percy would return, but apparently he'd only agreed to do it last year because Charlie left early and he'd inherited Charlie's commitment," Wood said.

"That's a shame, because Percy was rather good, Potter is better though," Victoria commented. "Gryffindor's probably set for Seekers for seven years with him."

"We lucked out," Wood said. "If you don't mind me bringing over some of the Gryffindor Team to help, I think we can do it. You really need at least one competent player in each role, with the possible exception of seeker, to judge how good each person trying out. My question is, why approach Gryffindor?"

"Slytherin has been the most dishonorable cheating team since who knows when," Victoria said. "We're starting fresh, and I intend to have a team that I can be proud of. Who better that the house know chivalry backwards and forwards, the disciples of Sir Godric Gryffindor companion of the Holy Grail?"

"Butter me up that way, Malfoy, and I might even volunteer to change diapers."


"Draco," Daphne Greengrass said as she poked her head into the compartment that Draco was sharing with his sister, her betrothed, and of all people, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. "I understand your sister Juliet not only met my sister Astoria, but she invited her to visit. You know we're really doomed now."

"Oh it's worse than that," Draco groaned. "Do you know the Zabini family?"

"Evangellia Zabini, too?" Daphne exclaimed. "Three rug rats that will unite to drive their older siblings nuts. How could we let them meet?"

"They are our younger siblings, they're unstoppable," Draco said. "The only thing we can do is prepare to deal with the result. Personally, I'm dreading when they discover boys."

"Too late, Astoria thinks you're incredibly handsome, despite the fact that Julie is not singing your praises, apparently," Daphne replied. "Evangella agrees with Astoria, but told Story that Parkinson has you."

Draco buried his head in his hands, "Why do I think Pansy is going to be all over me when I come home from Hogwarts this Summer."

"Because you know Pansy extraordinarily well," Victoria said. "And I don't think you'll mind one bit."

Draco considered it for a moment. Girls had become a bit more interesting to him over the past year, and having one older and two younger sisters had helped him understand them a bit more than he had once as an only child. He'd spent quite a bit of time with Victoria since Yule, and Julie had invaded his room through their connecting door several nights. True, sometime they puzzled him still. As long as Pansy didn't wear any of that pink stuff when she hung with him, he supposed he could deal with it, especially if she was willing to do some one on one football practice with him again. He liked when Pansy challenged him on the field.

"Maybe," he said. "But you know they're going to annoy you too."

"They're younger siblings, they're supposed to," Victoria said. "And sit down, Daphne. I have a feeling that you've got some intelligence I need, both as an older sibling and the new Quidditch Captain."

"New Quidditch Captain?" Daphne said. "You mean Professor Snape fired Flint?"

"The whole team," Victoria said. "Though I don't think Flint or the rest of the former team is aware of that yet."


Severus Snape stood right a bit down the entry corridor, just short of the Great Hall, outside a room that had two aurors flanking the door. So far he'd sent five of the seven starters on the Quidditch Team into the room, as well as two others. He spotted Marcus Flint, his arm around Terence Higgs approaching, laughing. They were the last two. Snape scowled. He wouldn't be laughing soon. Neither of them would. "Flint, Higgs, in the room," Snape ordered.

It appeared that Snape's scowl ended their joviality, as their hands dropped to their sides. In the room they went, Snape behind them. The seven who were there already were seated in hard straight back wood chairs, arrayed in front of a much more comfortable seat reserved for Snape, with a cup of his favorite tea sitting on a stool that was functioning as a table. There were two more aurors, standing at the end of the curved row of chairs. Flint found his seat at the center, with Higgs taking the remaining open seat to his right.

"I would call you gentlemen, or at least students, but I'm afraid that you have demonstrated that you are not the former, and shortly some of you will not be the latter," Snape began. "The results of the investigation into Slytherin's game against Ravenclaw is in. These results triggered further investigations, including a search of areas of the castle and the dorms. When I read the results, I was rightfully angry with your behavior. Not only did it reflect poorly on Slytherin in a time when my house can not afford to be, but as Hogwarts as a whole." He paused for a second before continuing in a deep voice from his chest. "It was also criminal. Three of you will not be at Hogwarts by nightfall."

"Mister Flint, in your possession was found several illegal dark objects that were involved in attacks on members of the Ravenclaw team. Memory retrieval experts have restored Miss Appleby's memories of the attack, implicating you. It is the decision of the Hogwarts Heads of Houses that you are to be expelled from Hogwarts and never allowed to return to her grounds. Your remaining tuition, through the seventh year, shall not be returned to you, nor shall any of your possessions on the ground. You shall be delisted as ever having been Captain of the Quiditch Team this year. At the conclusion of this meeting, you will be handed over to the aurors on charges of attempted murder, conspiracy to commit grievous bodily harm, and possession of illegal dark objects. You will be stripped of your uniform and your wand. I do hope you remembered to put on underwear."

Snape found Flint's expression of fear to be quite warranted. The professor had left out various other charges that would be brought against him once he reached the Ministry of Magic's holding cells. He was sure that Flint, at least, would be spending a long time in Azkaban. The next former Quidditch Team member's punishment had actually gotten worse from what he'd known before he visited the Malfoys, resulting in increased punishment.

"Mister Higgs, I had thought better of you until this investigation revealed just how deep your depravities went. I was a Death Eater, once, but you went beyond what I have ever seen. Miss Appleby's testimony is against you as well, though it would seem that couldn't stop at just injury. I've removed you from the Quidditch Team, and it is the decision of the Hogwarts Heads of Houses that you are expelled as well. Your remaining tuition, through the seventh year, shall not be returned to you, nor shall any possessions on the ground, and yes, Mister Higgs, that includes the 132 G that were found in your pillow. You will be handed over to the aurors on charges of rape, conspiracy to commit grievous harm, and possession of illegal dark objects. You will be stripped of your uniform and your wand."

Then to the other side, Snape addressed the next. "Mister Pucey. You've also been removed from the Slytherin Quidditch Team, in fact all of you can consider yourselves removed from the team, and you shall never return to it, as long as I am Head of Slytherin, even if you remain at Hogwarts. It is the decision of the Hogwarts Heads of House that you are suspended for the remainder of the school year. We talking all of your possessions, and you shall be handed over to the aurors on charges of conspiracy to commit grievious harm and possession of illegal dark objects. Unlike Misters Higgs and Flint, you may keep your uniform, but you shall not be wearing your Slytherin badge and tie unless and until you return to this school for additional instruction.

"Mister Graves, Mister Travers, the Hogwarts Heads of Houses have also chosen to suspend you for the remainder of the year, though regrettably, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement have not seen fit to charge you at this time. Your fathers shall be meeting you at the Gates of Hogwarts within the hour. The Keeper of Keys will be escorting you to the gates.

"Mister Wyndhame, Mister Wymane, Mister Averille, you shall be serving detention every Saturday and Sunday until the end of the year. Along with Mister Backburne, who will be in detention just for Saturdays due to his lesser involvement, your uniforms shall be replaced with plain sackcloth that will be charmed against comfort spells. You will not wear any Slytherin badges or ties for the remainder of the year. In fact you shall have to earn the right to wear them at Hogwarts and to wear anything other than sackcloth.

"In case you're wondering, sackcloth is made of black goat hair and is quite uncomfortable. The house elves have already replaced your uniforms and other clothes in your trunks with it." Snape paused and performed a switching spell on the four boy's current clothing. "You will not be attending tonight's feast, nor will you be having a normal Hogwarts meal for the next two weeks. Instead you will be having plain porridge at every meal. Your wands will only be given to you for class work for the next two weeks, one week for Mister Backburne."

Snape then cast stripping spells on Higgs and Flint. He was not surprised as to their underwear. It would be a long cold walk to the Gates of Hogwarts. "Aurors, take these criminals from Hogwarts. I do not wish to see their pale bodies again."

Severus then stood, taking one last sip of his tea. Placing it back on the stool, he strode over to the door. He opened it, to discover, as he expected, Hagrid standing at the door. "Keeper of the Keys," he formally addressed the half giant. "Mister Graves and Mister Travers have been suspended. See them to the Gates."

"Graves, Travers, I do not have all night," Hagrid said gruffly. It had taken a bit of practice to make sure that Hagrid, a normally cheerful soul, could handle the stern and formal nature of sending a suspended student to the gates and their parents. Graves and Travers quickly joined him at the door and soon were following the aurors out of Hogwarts.

"The rest of you, with me," Severus said. "You'll be spending this evening with Flitch. He has some lovely chains that need polishing."


The Octave Feast was actually Victoria's favorite of the feasts at Hogwarts. Welcoming was nice, but with the sorting it tended to be too long. Epiphany, well she had been all partied out after the Yule season. Leaving Feast was always bittersweet, thought it might be different this year, since she was returning to Malfoy Manor instead of the latest run down council apartment.

She found her usual seat among her dorm mates, having handed off Patrick to Dobby. Her sleeping baby would be in her new room when she returned to the Slytherin rooms from the feast. When she'd come back to begin her third year, she had been shunned a bit, due to her pregnancy. When she'd come back for the Epiphany Feast, it had been a complete reversal, so much so that she had felt like she had felt like she was in a dream. Her dorm mates had actually asked her about how her life was going. They'd taken in every bit of her description of the Malfoy Yule Ball, and what it was like to be the heir to the family at such an event.

Being Heir Malfoy was a lot different than being just Victoria Price. She'd known from her mother that she was not Fenton Price's daughter, and that she was a pure blood witch, though it had been something that had been hard to prove. Now she didn't have to prove that. Now she had to prove that she was worth the badge that was seemingly burning a hole in her robe pocket.

As Professor Snape passed by his table on the way to the head table, he nodded at Victoria. She took out the badge and pinned it to her robes. "Quidditch Captain," the silver badge read. Gryffindor's badge was gold, Ravenclaw's was bronze, and Hufflepuff's was copper. Victoria's badge was not the original badge, that had just been taken from Flint, she was sure. She'd exchange badges later, but it caught the candlelight just right to draw attention to the new mother's breast.

It was Emerson Cox, a fourth year that Victoria had hopes would try out who noticed the badge first. "You're Quidditch Captain? What happened to Flint?"

"From what I heard when I was coming in, I think Flint's been expelled," Kamden Fenne, one of the third years that shared her old dorm room said.

"I don't know about that," Victoria said. "Professor Snape asked me to take over after he removed all the former members of the team in light of the investigation into the Ravenclaw game. I'll be having tryouts on Saturday."

Murmurs immediately went up and down the table, and spread across the gap to Ravenclaw. Victoria was sure that the fate of the former team was going to be the topic of much discussion for at least the next week. She was going to be under the microscope. She could tell that there were a lot of eyes on her already.

"I don't envy you, Malfoy," Afton Arkwright said from his position three seats down where the second years started. "But I'm glad I brought my broom back with me. It's going to be a right mess handling the tryouts."

"I've got Wood from Gryffindor and most of his team volunteering to help me out," Victoria said. "Apparently Potter wants a seeker who can challenge him next year, and Wood wants a real challenge from our chasers."

"I assume you'll be one of those chasers," Irvette Holmes, another of her old dorm mates, said. "You were great in second year."

"Yes, and I assure you that having a baby has only improved my arm," Victoria replied, as the feast appeared on the serving plates in the middle of the table. "And as for my team, I will only accept the best players who have no need to ever cheat their way on to the field. Be warned that if you're know for cheating and dirty tricks, you're not getting on the team, and Professor Snape has provided me with a list."