"If you want to sound a bit like Hagrid you could say 'erbs," James mused. He followed Madeleine's cue regardless, angling back toward camp. He pondered racing for a moment, then decided against it.
Cale might sulk for the entirety of the game if he did. And James really didn't want anything to be a downer today. It was Quidditch. It was going to be brilliant.
"What exactly is our plan?" Cale tried again. "You lot said earlier that I wouldn't need to worry about tickets..."
"We've got the best," James bragged. It wasn't entirely true, but because Harry had such a top job in the ministry, he'd gotten them all fairly decent seats. He'd even gotten one for Cale after James had declared he needed his personal entourage of Madeleine and Cale with him at all times.