"If your whole life turns out to be a lie, what will you do then?"
"If everything you knew turns out to be a hoax, what will you do then?"
Graciana Duerre Weasley, twin sister of Ron Weasley, is a troublemaker. Mischievous but a little introvert, bo...
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GRACE, RON AND HERMIONE were sitting in the stands to see the Gryffindor team Quidditch practice. After having breakfast, they directly came here with some marmalade they had nicked from Great Hall.
"What's going on there?" Ron said looking at the field where now the Slytherin was there too.
"Let's go." said Grace and they dashed toward where the Gryffindor and Slytherin were standing, talking something which was inaudible to their ears.
"What's happening?" Grace asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing?
"And what's he doing here?" said Ron. He was looking at Malfoy, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Malfoy, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team."
Ron gaped, open-mouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him.
"Good, aren't they?" said Malfoy smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."
The Slytherin team howled with laughter.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione sharply. "They got in on pure talent."
The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.
"You lowly bastard!" Grace yelled at him, her fists tight at her side, as she glared at the blonde boy whom she hated.
At the same time Flint dived in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!"
Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" and pointed it furiously under Flint's arm at Malfoys face.
A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.
"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" squealed Hermione.
"Ron! Are you hurt?" Grace asked anxiously as she bent next to him.
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.
