Everything is rubbish and there is no quidditch and I hate everything except whiskey, and we're having a contentious relationship because it doesn't love me back.
Someone entertain me. Entertain me, or I'm telling knock knock jokes for the next week. No talking, just knock knock jokes.
What do you bloody people DO all day when there's no quidditch to argue over and no one wants to kill you?
Well people probably want to kill me, but only in the vague way, not in the way where they're throwing hexes at my head.