"Perfect," Ted said, and he reached for one of the sandwiches, unwrapping it. "I like the kitchen a lot as well. The Elves are great. And such good cooks." It was brilliant. All of the food, and all of it good food. Ted had gone to Muggle grade schools before his letter from Hogwarts arrived, and he knew that cafeteria-type food was generally average, at best!
Lifting a sandwich half, he bite one corner off, chewing slowly. Thoughtfully.
"Getting there. Yeah. But what about the people on the other end?" he asked. "If there are victors, there are also losers. What are they losing? And do they really deserve it?" Victory was rarely a victimless thing. Unless you were talking about a sport or something.