"It's the lamest sport I've ever heard of!"
A loud gasp was the first reply before, "I don't see why there's only one ball and no flying! That's stupid!"
Harry rolled his eyes as Dean and Ron went at each other over their favourite sports. Neither wanted to believe that the other one was even nearly as good as their favourite.
It wasn't the first time that this had happened, and Harry doubted it would be the last time either. They were currently in Fourth Year, and they had been arguing about this since First. Sometimes Harry just felt like suggesting that each took the other to a match but, of course, each would make sure not to enjoy it on principle.
Neville's eyes met his from the other side of the room. Neville let out a small, sheepish smile, which Harry returned, before turning his attention back to the two boys. He was just making sure that they weren't about to reach for their wands again and start a duel in the dorm.
It was a mess to clean up last time, and Harry certainly didn't want a repeat performance of that particular day. McGonagall had been furious!
Harry leaned back on his bed. He would just have to wait this one out.
Again.
Written for Ultimate Chocolate Frog Card Club: Dunbar Oglethorpe [Incorporate and argument about Quidditch]