"Yeah, it hurts like hell," Fred stated with a wince. He was usually pretty careful in his playing, and was used to minor scrapes; but nothing quite like this.
"It's not your fault the prat did that, Harry. He's never exactly been a team player, has he?" Not like Flint and some of the other Slytherins were, but at least the rest of his team knew where he stood about that, and that he refused to participate in anything that wasn't fair play. "Don't worry about McLaggen. Between us? He's gonna wish that he never crossed me soon enough. But it won't reflect on you or your team, I promise. I just have some pranks in store for only him."