"Yes, help you," Quinn said, crossing her arms over her chest. "This might be hard for you to believe but no one wants to see you fail. Again." The emphasis she placed on the last word was hard to miss.
"Yeah, well, you don't really have a choice," she said, lifting the strap of her bag and settling it more comfortably over one shoulder. "I mean, unless you want to kiss your spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch team goodbye." She lifted a challenging eyebrow at him. "Your call, Puckerman."