"I guess that's even weirder. At least I knew I had a grandfather, even if I never met him, but yeah, the age is really weird," he admitted. "It doesn't help that he seems to have spent the past week drunk, but-" He shrugged. "He must not have the tolerance that my mother's side of the family has. Dad drinks when he can't fix a problem, so maybe my grandfather is like him."
He grinned. "It's a sport, we play while flying on a broom," he explained, excitement ringing in his voice. "You have one ball called the quaffle and you have to push it through hoops. If you do, you score. In the meantime, there are two bludgers. They are smaller balls that are used to throw the players off of their path. Finally there's the snitch. It's a small golden ball that goes really fast and hides. So when you see it, the seeker has to get it. It's lots of fun and our main sport."