Quidditch was something that Gideon knew quite a bit about. He had watched the sport religiously throughout the years, and collected memorabilia faster than he could keep up with as well. At times, the scoring system could be a little wonky, but it spoke volumes about an individual player when it need be. There was a chance that a team could be failing with the chance of being kept up in rankings because of one individual. That's what happened with Puddlemere currently. One player had succeeded far more than the rest of the team put together. Gideon could only imagine how frustrated Wilda felt as a whole. "Blasphemy," he stated simply with a neutral expression. People were allowed to have their own opinions, even though more than half of the time the bagpiper knew he was correct. "She's on fire on the pitch during those games. Puddlemere would be ranked lower than Chudley if it wasn't her ability to score a crap load of points. Don't blame her for a weak seeker." If anyone was worth what they were worth, it was Wilda. And he wasn't just saying that because she was his friend either.
Gideon glanced over at Heath with a smirk as the blonde had declared that he would be first to patch up. Of course, it was only because his band mate would receive more attention once things were complete with him, even though his mind thought otherwise.
It hadn't taken him much longer to take a hold of the cloth, wiping under his nose briefly. If the action had made any difference in the matter, Gideon wasn't sure. However, he did what he was told obediently with a tilt of his head, lowering his arms to make sure that they weren't in the way of the healing. "Well, I was vocal about my thoughts on the play that involved the bludger striking Wilda. Obviously, the inbred jerk next to me didn't like it. And here we are," he explained in the shortest way possible. Maybe he was a bit vague on the subject, but how detailed can one get with a random fight? Hell, he couldn't remember much of the actual heated conversation as well. Things were said that wouldn't normally come out of his mouth with the chance of defending Wilda mixed in.
As his nose was reset, Gideon flared his nostrils a bit and took a short breath in, not feeling much of anything at all. It was one of the many things that Penny was his choice in a healer no matter the situation or concern. There was no extra pain. Well, for the most part depending on the injury. The touching was always the best part of it, despite knowing that he shouldn't have such thoughts when being healed. It was difficult not to, especially when Penny was quite attractive. Even so, Gideon remained slight for the time being as the next question was directed towards Heath. "Yeah, tell her about how she followed you around like a lost puppy. Bet she was a biter," he replied with a simple raise of his eyebrows, keeping his gaze upon Penny the entire time. If he was staring, he hardly realized it. Besides, he had to keep still so she could make sure all was good with his cheekbones.
"Well," he began and glanced down slightly with a bit of a mischievous grin. Gideon's body ached a bit, but nothing felt broken. Even so, Gideon leaned back slightly to give Penny an invitation. "I'm not sure. Maybe you should make sure yourself."