"Brilliant!" Harry grinned broadly. Quidditch was something he could always get behind, no matter what the reason. He though about running to get his broom, but all things considered that seemed silly. He simply used Accio to summon it. "Right, to the pitch?" He was glad that things, at least at that moment, didn't seem odd or strained. He concluded the successful friendships needed to always involved sport. As they turned to walk farther away from the school, his broom showed up. Grabbing it he debated if they should run drills, just play catch, or if he should be keeper. No, wait, not keeper. Playing that would give her the opportunity to throw things at him and that was probably not going to end well.
"After not practicing anything but essential magic for a year it's like I don't understand how to study any more."