“It’s an easy game, I bet Cor already knows it. They made it seem like it was a game all Muggle kids knew.” Cormac shrugged his shoulders, and attempted a small smile at Oliver despite the fact that he was worried about his brother. He’d been shuffling the deck of cards for a while now, just a distraction as he tried from getting to riled up again as he looked over his brother.
Cor stood, practically dropping the cards on the table when Simon started slurring his words and looking like he was about to pass out. Cor panicked just slightly, gently grabbing Simon’s chin and causing his little brother to look at him.
“Just one of me, Si, See?” He said, a little desperate as he looked to see if there was a mediwitch coming. “Just me. Oliver’s here too, you remember him, right mate?” He asked nervously, trying to think of a way to get him to focus. “We’re both keepers, Si. But he plays for a different team.” Cormac bit his lip. “Do you need a mediwitch?”