"Ron's head, mostly," George answered with a grin. Since that had been bobbing about between the goals all practice. "But you had some pretty good shots, so imaginary Umbridge must be sporting a broken nose and black eyes by now. Good on us."
He handed over the bat too, leaning back a bit precariously on his brown, both hands gripping the handle behind him and bobbing absently from side to side as he watched her aim up her shot. "Well, I'm a gentlemanly sort, so I won't let anyone know you've had hands all over my bat," he answered with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"You know, I'm half waiting after this nonsense to hear that useless woman is planning to rewrite the rules of Quidditch so there's not so much flying about." It wouldn't surprise him at this point.