“Ugh, Sev!” A young red-headed girl groaned. “I just don’t understand why you hang out with them. It’s horrible, they all want to-”
“Join Mouldy-wart.” Another girl, with her messy honey blonde hair in a loose pony-tail, continued. “They practice to hurt people. It’s wrong. They practice every night in the common room in front of poor little first years.”