"I'm sure I can keep it to a dull roar," he replied with a grin as he dodged the bludger his own self, "While we're on the subject, did you hear the Dovers girl's been making out with every Tom, Dick and Harry she can after classes? I didn't even know she was that easy..."
He wondered if Flint would care or if it'd just be tossed back at him. But hey, he had to start somewhere, didn't he? Quidditch practice seemed like an all right place. Especially since all they seemed to be doing just then was watching Malfoy play with his bat.