Greta boggled at him. "You forgot about the Quidditch game? You FORGOT? It's - it's the Quidditch Cup! It's the last game of the season! What is wrong with the people at this school?" Honestly, if the house teams were going to bludger each other in the morning, the least that the rest of the school could do would be to show up and watch them get injured. You never knew, someone might even get the Quaffle through a goal in the confusion.
"Maybe if more of the professors encouraged healthy physical activity I wouldn't be confiscating lists of student-teacher fantasies!" Greta could feel her cheeks heating up. She hadn't meant to mention that damn list.