"I think if any of those players was an Irishman, this game would be a lot more exciting. I'm watching pansys ponce around on brooms. Might as well be at the fuckin' ballet..." Fergus took the flask and took a drink, and as much as his rant was expected there was a goodnatured joking to it too. He didn't mind as much as he pretended to - seats for Quidditch were seats for Quidditch.
And today he was rooting for Montrose, if only to be rooting for a team that wasn't Rhydian's. "Your boyfriend better catch the sodding Snitch, is all." Montrose was up in points, at least.