"Shut up! I doubt you actually have one better!" Potter snapped back. Before anyone could say anymore, Professor Mcgonagall appeared at Malfoy's elbow."Not arguing, I hope, boys?" She asked tightly."Riddle's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Weasley quickly."Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor McGonagall said, nodding as she pursed her lips tightly at Harry. She was obviously wasn't happy, not only was he the Dark Lord's son but no doubt Severus had been bragging to everyone of Harry's talent. Everyone knew she was extremely competitive with Quidditch. "Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape told me all about the special circumstances, Riddle, and what model is it?"A Nimbus Two Thousand, Madam," said Harry politely, despite not liking her, he knew he had to stay on her good side so she couldn't find a reason to get him get kicked off the team or in detention missing a game. While fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Potter and Weasley’s face as they ran to the dorm to drop it off and race back as to not miss class.