“Then what in Merlin’s name makes you think she would fly high in the sky to deliver mail for you?”
“What makes you think she’d join you’re flying Quidditch team! Thirty galleons say’s she wouldn’t even make the Quidditch team!”

James looked wide eye at her, “this,” he said, pointing to the Pygmy Puff, “is an extremely rare bread of Pygmy Puff’s. There is only one known in existent to this date! I’m not just going to give it away for free and besides, lot’s of people will pay a extensive amount for such a Pygmy Puff.”
“How the bloody hell would you know that?” Rose said.