Harry laughed. "You weren't bad, Ol, you were just dedicated, and everyone else was a bunch of whiners. But then again, we both love the sport a little too much, maybe. Others did it for just sheer fun and we took it more seriously, maybe."
Harry sat down on the ground and looked up at the sun, squinting a little. "I'm not sure what I'm going to do - my Mum would kind of like me to follow in her footsteps, and I'm not saying no, but I hate the thought of putting away my broom except for pick-up games in the garden, you know? So maybe professional Quid is it." He shrugged.