"Your aim's not that good," George scoffed. He eyed the pillow Roger was picking up. "Are you after a pillow fight, Davies? You're not going to change into a teddy for it, are you?" Roger wasn't the sort of bloke who could wear lingerie well, George didn't think.
George could have probably read the warning signs of the pillow threat becoming solid, but he was too busy laughing. "Right. not your fault! I mean who would think that a bludger might be flying around a Quidditch pitch? It's crazy talk!