"Sorry," Harry smirked. "I can practice by myself, sometimes I forget it's not that easy for everyone else. My classes are unbearable. I spend all my time working with someone to figure out what my professors want, besides to torture us." Harry heaved a sigh, his whole frame seeming to deflate.
After the past year being out of school, although busy, it was like he forgot how to study. He didn't understand the theory of things the way he used to, but he tended to understand the hands on practice part. In fact when there was a physical act to do, he tended to do much better. He was sure to score high on those parts of his NEWTs assuming he was able to pass the rest of his classes to get to that point. He dreaded the thought of begging, bartering, and pleading with people for help. Hermione was sure not to let him live it down at this rate.
"I uh," he shrugged a little, "could grab my broom and a quaffle. Captain and all."