Whatever this rot is, it's hitting the pitch in Appleby as well," Ron broke in, "either that or my landing skills need some serious work. Broomstick stopped dead a few feet above the ground the other day and sent me arse over tits onto the pitch. Not one of my more graceful moments, to be sure."
He glanced over at Harry while his foot touched Harry's under the table, trying to draw him away from the intense look in his eyes.