“So you just HAD to drop your end of the crate?” A boy came into their line of vision as they reached the goal posts. He was holding onto one of the handles of a crate that the twins recognized as the one that held all the Quidditch equipment, while a girl held up the other end.

“If you didn’t have to walk so fast, as if you’d be late and miss something important, then maybe I wouldn’t have dropped it,” The girl said, giving the boy an evil glare.