Lockhart couldn't help but to chuckle, "you will see James." He smirked. "I'll just go with the plan I let them win." he thought to himself. He'd watched James from his

upside-down sloth position and wondered how he'd done what he'd done. He finally managed to flip the broom over and flew higher into the air, apparently forgetting

about the dandelions. He pointed the end of his broom to the ground, lowered then pushed it back up, causing it to halt. "So that's how you flip." He said to himself as

though he'd realized how to properly flip as he rolled the broom once again, sloth-style then the right way up (Possum-style) and grinned, apparently he'd named this a

complete flip.

James yawned pointedly and flipped three times in a row before he spiralled off in the other direction; he looped himself back upside-down then flipped up the right way

before he flew up to the top of the stands, flew along the line of bystanders and hi-fived the ones in the first row since they're closer. He drew out his wand and

pointed it out in front of him. "Accio Quaffle!" he said as a Quaffle flew in front of him, he caught it without looking at it to show off. He raised an eyebrow at Lockhart-

raising the stakes. "Let's see what you can do with a Quaffle, Lockhart!" he called and ditched it at him.

Lockhart grinned, "Oh I've caught plenty of those!" he said proudly. "Oh Merlin, save my sexy butt." He mumbled to himself. He saw the Quaffle fly towards him, took a

deep breath and flew towards it; he stretched an arm out and caught it... with none other than his fellow air particles. He looked at James, "well James; you could have

thrown it better than that!" he grinned, although he were being serious.

James rolled his eyes, "Mmm because my throwing is clearly to blame." James replied with an extremely heavy layer of sarcasm.

Lockhart nodded at James, still unable to read his sarcasm, though it was as obvious as a cow in the backyard of a city apartment. "Yeah, you have to admit; it was a

pretty bad throw for me to be unable to catch it." He said emphasising himself greatly.

James rolled his eyes once more, "just shoot the goal Lockhart!" he said impatiently. "Before I knock you out of the air." He thought t to himself.

Lockhart looked at the goal post then back at James and grinned; "Alright, I will!" he said smartly as he slowly and wonkily flew into position to catch the Quaffle which

he finally caught after a small throw; he held the Quaffle as he continued to fly slowly and just as wobbly to the goal and slipped the it through the hoop without having

to throw it. "I TOLD YOU!" he beamed.

James raised an eyebrow at him; he was surprised it wasn't aching with how much eyebrow-raising Lockhart had caused him. "You're supposed to let go of the Quaffle."

He frowned at him and caught the Quaffle just before it hit the ground. He took it and sped off down the pitch and easily scored goal after goal with what seemed, no

effort at all.

Lockhart watched on, rather impressed, "Nice one, that was! Of course I can do better." He grinned and took the Quaffle, threw it at the goal and watched as it hit the

post and rebounded off. "Well when I aim of course- you can't expect me to have scored without aiming." He said smartly.

"Aim then." Said James, slightly annoyed.

Lockhart grinned and flew towards the goal post; he stopped a few feet away, threw the Quaffle and fluked it into the first hoop. "TOLD YOU!" he beamed once

more. "How did I do that?" he thought to himself.

"Second hoop." Said James, he didn't bother to hold onto his broom with his hands and folded his arms as he watched. "Do it again."

Lockhart grinned once more, "alright I will!" he threw the Quaffle after a few minutes of aiming, a few feet over the hoop. "Well... that was s'posed to happen of

course."

He said matter-of-factly. "I was testing my throwing skills by seeing how far I can throw; it has been a while after all."