The energy of the pool area suddenly took a nose dive, and Bredina felt her cheeks heat up as Roger looked at both of them like children.
"You're both bloody friends, and yet since forever you've always torn into each other. You say you're joking, but you're not the one who has to sit and listen to this everyday!" The former quidditch captain flung his towel to the ground. "It's unnecessary. Everything you say to each other is always unnecessary, whereas what I'm trying to tell you is, and if you'd shut up maybe we could discuss things that might affect people other than yourselves."
Dina pursed her lips, then took a breath as if to say something, but then went back to chewing her lip. The lowering of her eyes and head clearly gave room for Roger to continue.
"I wanted to discuss something with you two-- a decision I'm planning on making. And I wanted to tell you before it was official because you guys matter to me." It was strange, though, even as Roger was lecturing them, it was almost like a loving father, and not a pissed off friend who would ever abandon them, no matter how stupid they both got. "The two drifting leagues met for the first time last month, and are taking the top 5 competitors from each for a five hundred thousand galleon race. I'm currently ranked 6th, but the 5th place guy and I got into an accident last week. He's recovering from a concussion, but I escaped only with a torn rotator cuff. They want to pull me into the race instead."
Apologetic Bredina was slowly disappearing, and instead horrified and interrogating Dina was soon to take over.
"The doctor says I should rest, but my physiotherapist said I should be fine in two weeks, in time for the race. I'm thinking of accepting the invitation. It's an important race," he said factually, "with the two leagues acknowledging each other officially, and with the amount of attention it's getting, and all the sponsors--"
Bredina dropped her towel. She didn't even feel the slightest bit ashamed anymore like she had been a few minutes ago, not with the idea of Roger swerving around his broom and flying off of it so that his brains would smash into his head.