I should have known better. This whole year had been nothing but nasty surprises, and the Slytherins had somehow sussed out that Ron had a bad case of the jumpies. I suspect that wretch Malfoy of being the motivating force behind what they did, which, I must admit, was bloody brilliant in its own way. All the Slytherins were wearing crown-shaped badges saying "Weasley is Our King," and as the game started, they began singing a horrid song about what a bad Keeper he was, how he always let the Quaffle in, and I don't know what else. I knew this would throw Ron into a tailspin, and I could have cheerfully wrung Malfoy's skinny neck.