He was convinced he was Merlin's gift to Quidditch and not even his best mate was going to convince him otherwise. He would admit that Madeleine could keep up with him. Sometimes. Maybe. But that was about it.
James angled his broom toward where the enormous stands had been set up a ways off and offered a one-armed shrug. "Sounds mental to me, but I won't call St. Mungo's on you."
Cale ignored James in favor of answering for his brother. "He's been off in America," he explained, lifting an eyebrow at the younger boy.
"You guys are the ones who sound weird." Roger interjected firmly.