"Well, you sure sounded that way," he stuck his tongue out. "Oh really now?" That had definitely piqued his interest.
"I don't know," Wood shrugged. "I've had so many welts and bruises and broken bones from real bludgers. Somehow I don't think it would've crossed my mind to cushion them. Maybe make them harder."
"You're welcome," he said as he took pride in making her bashful. It was a skill, one that Oliver Wood had honed over many years.
"Try?" He queried. "There will be no trying. Only doing."