Charlie sat on his broom, circling the pitch lazily. The game was over but his little brother Percy was still in the stands, distinguishable by his glasses and the bright red hair they shared. Charlie was in his seventh year while Percy was a third year. His big brother senses were tingling so he aimed the broom for the wooden stand where his little brother sat and climbed off to sit next to him.

"What's wrong Perce?"

"Why would something be wrong? I like it out here, very refreshing."

Charlie gave him a hard look. "Wanna change that answer? I will give you a head scrub."

Percy looked ruffled but nodded.

"I…how do you let a girl know you like her?"

Charlie's eyebrows skyrocketed. "A girl huh? Well alright."

He explained that, "a girl will like you if you come at them like a chaser with the quaffle" and "if they don't like you, don't be offended if they block their goal like…like Oliver Wood, great keeper that kid."

He explained more on what Bill had told him and what he had learned on his own, mostly through other Quidditch metaphors. He couldn't resist throwing a bludger at him though.

"And you should serenade any girl you like. Girls love music."

Percy looked at him deadpan. "That's absolutely false. And I know for a fact you can't carry a tune based on your showers at home. I hate you so much."

Charlie laughed. "Haha you love me, you know it's true. Also, girls really do love music. So maybe set up a date to dance to some Wireless tunes? That new-ish band the Wyrd Sisters have some pretty catchy songs. Just think about it.