Pway wif me?

[quaffle_me]

And again, here are Oliver and Krum, looking bouncy and stern, respectively. Oliver steps up, in his Puddlemere uniform, holding his broomstick. "Right, you lot. I've given up on a full-out game. Not enough people want to play. So instead, me'n Krum'll each take a team of four players -- that's four including us -- and do a pickup game. Two Chasers

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[metamorphette]

Laughing, Tonks says enthusiastically "I'm still up for a game, if you need a Chaser!"

[quaffle_me]

"Perfect! Who's team do you want to be on? I'll warn you, I'm a mean Keeper."

[metamorphette]

She laughs again with a slight shrug. "Oh, I don't care. Yours, then. Keep it in the country, I s'pose?"

[champion_viktor]

Krum raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, "And vat ees thees supposed to mean?" Oliver touched his arm lightly, smiling reassuringly, "She's just joking around, no worries, mate." Krum relaxed a little and nodded.

[metamorphette]

"Just joking," Tonks echoes hastily, putting her hands up placatingly. After a moment, she grins and adds "You were bloody brilliant in the World Cup, by the way. I had the lousiest tickets in the stadium, but it was still - really something."

[champion_viktor]

He nodded shortly, "Thank you. I am sorry you had bad seats. It will be a pleasure to play against you."

[metamorphette]

She laughs shortly. "Oh, I dunno, might want to wait until you've seen me fly to say that. I mean, I'm not that bad - played on my House team at Hogwarts and all that - but I think I crashed into more goalposts, trees, walls, spectators' stands, and, well, the ground, than anyone knew was possible."

[quaffle_me]

Oliver looked distraught, "Ah don't tell me that when you're on my team! Oh well -- we'll figure something out, yeah? I'm sure you're not as bad as you say."