"How come what? That I didn't try out? Because I don't like it, Quidditch." He shrugged one shoulder.
"Or why did I lie about it?" He glanced over at her. "My dad played. And Uncle Charlie. And Uncle Ron. And Aunt Ginny. And Uncle Harry. And about half of my cousins. And my sister. They'd think I was even weirder than they do, if they knew I didn't even want to play."