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Fred is awesome 
'You're the one who gave up!' Rose stuck her tongue out. 'You sure? Whatevar, it'll have to go to the twins then...' Rose sighed. 'Such a waste of chocolate...' Rose sighed again.
'Bulgaria? I went there once... Is there an Irish Team? My dad's Irish, I lived there over half of my life...' Rose told him quietly. Yeah. THAT was a disaster. She shook her head. 'Sorry, zoned out there!' Rose laughed. 'I'm a Chaser, bloomin' surprised I was when I made the Team!' Rose grinned. 'Do you like to play Quidditch?' Rose asked.
"I didn't give up" he glared over at Rose, "you do that" he said, he took off his jacket, folded it up into what ended up looking like a messy ball of blue and placed it under his head as he lay down, taking up both of the seats. It wasn't a great fit, he was extremely squished. "I think I prefer my own bed" he said.
"Yeah there's Irish, Bulgaria are still better, I've watched them play" he said, returning to the Quidditch talk. "What team?" he asked, she couldn't have meant Hogwarts. "I play it all the time" he said, whenever he was at home, the yard was always big enough for Quidditch, except most of the time he had to play alone when his friends weren't around, his dad was always busy.