"You all played brilliantly," she told him. Daphne had been screaming herself hoarse in the stands that day, if she recalled correctly. Regretted it the next day, of course, when her voice sounded wretched, but it was difficult not to get swept up in the thrill of a match. She didn't understand how people could go to a Quidditch match and just sit quietly.
"I'm surprised you didn't go out for it before, you know? You're a real asset, from what I can tell this year."