GaaassSSSSPPPPP! Toby's hand shot straight up at that question. He had an answer that didn't even HAVE to spring to mind because it was ALWAYS on his mind.

"QUID-... oh." Oh. Someone else had already mentioned it; he'd not initially processed that fact on account of his enthusiasm. Sooooo, Toby lowered his hand again, and seconds later it was BACK UP in the air. "Quid-... wait..." AGAIN, he lowered his hand. NO, Toby. C'mon, get your head in the game.

Wait... game. UP went his hand. "QUI-... rahhh, I mean... uh..." THINKTHINKTHINK "Creaoeaoaoethceoanananan. Or something. It's a game that was banned, because it was super dangerous. I don't know how to say it. Creathaceanonon?" Creaothceann was the word Toby had been going for, but he'd only ever read it before, in his battered and well-read copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. And throughout all the years of reading the bizarre words, he'd never found out how to say it, so in his HEAD it was jibberish, which... was now an issue. "Createtheoceannaneaon???"

The point was, he knew a thing. A HISTORY thing, too, so this was big. Okay, he only knew it from Quidditch reading, but still.

There were... probably some much easier answers to have given.

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#YOLO