"I have talents other than studying like..." Darla paused a moment, before trailing off. She wasn't entirely certain what skills she had mastered outside of her ability to memorize books and get amazing grades.
"I wouldn't want you to get a poor grade on your essay and get thrown off the Quidditch team," she told him. "Now, let me see what your writing looks like. Unless you want me to write it like and girl and then you'll have to copy it before class."