Tonks shivered. The look Shen was giving her could freeze hell over! What was his problem anyways? All she’d said was, “This is going to be so much fun!” The guy was looking at her like she’d murdered his firstborn. Actually, Shen would probably care more about his precious top of the line broomstick, than his kid—she’d burn that if she really wanted to tick him off.

She turned her attention to Professor Dumbledore as he finished the opening speech. Madame Hooch stepped forward and Tonks felt herself and everyone around her tense. This was it—it was go time.
One hundred words! Let's go Gryffindor, let's go! Lions for the Cup!!! /lame attempt at school spirit