Floating into the Great Hall a rare smile actually could be spotted in Sir Baron's face as he wafted his way over to the Slytherin table on the right. Everywhere he looked he saw the green and silver snake decorations. He was pleased and proud. His house had won both cups this year. A wonderful accomplishment.

The closer he got to the snakes his smile turned into a fouler and fouler grump. Why weren't the students celebrating? Where was the cheering and festive happiness for winning? Not looking where he was going the Baron passed through a handful of students on his way to hover at the head of the table where he blurted out grumpily "Why isn't anyone happy at this table? We won TWO cups isn't that cause for joy?"