I do not know much of Quidditch, but I’ve seen enough practices to know that this is not going well.

For instance, I know that as a keeper, Bliss Davies, should not be precariously hanging from her broom. Dorcas Meadowes is not the captain, but she’s scolding one of the beaters, while Marlene McKinnon and Caradoc Dearborn have engaged themselves in what is their third shouting match in less than thirty minutes.

Not about to be outdone, James lets out a string of curse words that would make muggle sailors proud.

“They are doomed,” Sirius says, cheerfully, and I laugh.