"I'm sure I can spare a few myself," said Percy, "even though we both know I'll win. I usually do." He grinned at the look on her face. "What? You know it's true! It's statistics, Penny! Simple Arithmancy!"
Tom brought over their food, setting Penny's in front of her before reaching down Percy's. Percy leaned back in his seat and smiled at Penny.
"Oliver and a Quidditch game," he said. "You can't get much better than that." He took a chip from his plate. "Except this," he amended. "This is good stuff."