Hobby or not, it seemed like all Quidditch players had egos when it came to their skills. Whether or not he was actually better than her was obviously debatable, but he scoffed anyway and batted her finger away. "We won the Cup, didn't we?" He asked rhetorically, the day in question clear in his mind as if it had been that very day. It had been a thrilling game and even though Krum had caught the Snitch, the Irish team had been glorious in their victory, having won the game in Quaffle points alone.
It was true. They played well together and were an unstoppable trio.
He just hoped that the upcoming Cup wouldn't be canceled because of all the politics in play.
"What did you expect. You're a good looking Quidditch player making a fool of herself in public. They were probably hoping for pictures with your top off." He paused for a second, before eying her. "There aren't topless pictures of you in tabloids, are there?"