Quidditch is war.
"And come on, come on, come on!!" James yelled, clapping his hands. "And turn, and –damn it, Lily, hit that damned Bludger." I stroked back my red hair with a sweaty hand. "Oh, shut it James!"
"No, I won't shut it! Quidditch is war, damn it! Constant vigilance!" Ever since our parents told us about Mad-eye Moody, James has said things like that. He practically worships the ex-auror, even more so because he died on a mission rescuing our dad from his terrible guardians.
"If you don't hit those bludgers in time we'll have too many casualties!" Nope, Quidditch is not like war, but to James it is.
He threw another tennis ball at me. I hit it with full force. Another ball came my way, I missed. "That makes 100 laps, Lils." James yelled. That is his way to motivate us: every miss is awarded with 10 laps.
The next ball came back right between his eyes.
Yeah James, take that, what goes around comes around.
"That makes 100 for you too, Dom." Dom is part Veela like her big sister, Victoire. She didn't get their beauty I'm afraid, but she did get their temper.
"James, I'd back of if I were you! Dom looks like she's going to kill you." "Ah, she wouldn't." James said, trying (and failing) to sound brave.
He should have listened to my warning, he really should have.