[Oliver Wood leads the Gryffindor Quidditch team along a corridor]
Oliver Wood
I've spent the entire summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. We are going to train earlier, harder and longer.
[notices something outside]
Oliver Wood
What--? I don't believe it.
[they clash with the Slytherin team in the courtyard]
Oliver Wood
Where do you think *you're* going, Flint?
Marcus Flint
Quidditch practice.
Oliver Wood
I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today.
Marcus Flint
Easy, Wood. I've got a note.
[hands him a scroll]
[he and Hermione approach the two teams]
Oliver Wood
"I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker." You've got a new Seeker? Who?
[Draco steps out from behind Flint]
Draco Malfoy
That's right. And that's not *all* that's new this year.
[the Gryffindor team eyes the Slytherin team's broomsticks]
Ron Weasley
Those are Nimbus 2001s! How did you get *those*?
Marcus Flint
A gift from Draco's father.
Draco Malfoy
You see, Weasley, unlike some, *my* father can afford the best.
Hermione Granger
[spitefully]
At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to *buy* their way in! They got in on pure talent.
Draco Malfoy
[glares venomously at Hermione]
No one asked *your* opinion, you filthy little Mudblood.
[Hermione looks visibly hurt by Draco's words]
Ron Weasley
[draws his wand]
You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!
[the spell backfires and Ron flies backwards, landing on the grass; the Slytherin team laughs as Harry, Hermione and the Gryffindor team rushes over to Ron, who gags]
[he gets up on his hands and knees, gagging]
[Ron spews out a big, fat slug; everyone reacts with disgust]
Colin Creevey
[takes a photo]
Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?
[he and Hermione help Ron up]
[Ron spews out another slug]