Owl and Black Swan,
Vincent and Draco.
The two clubs stood directly opposite each other, clearly set on clashing head-on.
The Black Swan Club had gathered a large group of students from exceptionally good families.
Blaise Zabini, whose fame rivaled Harry's and Vincent's, was a tall boy with dark skin and slightly slanted brown eyes.
Like Draco and Pansy, he was a first-year Slytherin student.
"Vincent Wayne is nothing more than a clown propped up by the Ministry of Magic."
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "He only beat trash like Quirrell, yet people are acting as if he took down some Dark Lord."
The pretty girl beside him, with long dark golden hair, teased, "Aren't you being a little too full of yourself, Zabini?"
"What's wrong with that, Greengrass?"
"Nothing." The girl looked toward Pansy, seemingly asking something with her eyes.
"Wayne is indeed a clown." Pansy gave her a reassuring look. "But you can't deny that we've lost to him every time, can you, Blaise?"
"That's because you lacked my advice."
Draco, as club president, did not mind his insolence.
Madam Zabini was an extraordinarily beautiful witch.
But such outward beauty often attracted misfortune.
Every one of her husbands left the mother and son a vast inheritance before dying for one reason or another.
If the circumstances had not been so bizarre that even novels would not dare write them, she would never have escaped the title of femme fatale.
By the time Blaise enrolled, he had only just welcomed his seventh stepfather.
"Blaise, do you have any good suggestions?"
Even though Zabini's wealth could rival his family's, Draco had not fully reined in his arrogance.
Killing with a borrowed knife was an old Malfoy tradition.
"We need to strike back."
Marcus, the prefect, grinned broadly. "Zabini, are you planning