'Excuse me for having some house pride,' he stated to her clear disgust of Quidditch. 'And it'd more than a waste of time. It's house pride and having some kind of talent other than studying. You do have to have good grades to remain on the team, you know.'
His eyebrows went up as she took his stuff. Just a minute was she going to write his paper for him? No way! If he wanted someone to write his paper, he'd ask his geek boy best friend. 'What are you doing?' he asked.