"Well, blokes like you and me. Bill? I could not, for the life of me, get him to try it. Brave Gryffindor, my arse." Charlie sniggered"-- Oh, I love when people write little-brother-envious-Charlie-- makes me squee!
I would say something insiteful and leave you a glowing review if I could form coherent thought, much less put pretty words in some semblance of order that made sense. I cannot. You have killed me.