She pushed her way through the crowds and just as she did, Gryffindor scored another goal. People jumped to their feet and cheered but all she could think of was the horrible photo-op she had to endure with Ron. She made her way to the stairs and walked to the inside of the stadium where they sold food and drinks. She stood there for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Pull yourself together. You can handle a stupid dog and pony show for the Daily Prophet. The more important part was that she was going to meet Scrimgeour. It gave her an in.