"My turn! My turn!" Garret exclaimed, jumping up and down behind the taller seventh year. He had lost all his pretenses of being "cool" now, when faced with the prospect of being able to swing from the vines.

Looking Tancred up and down once, Garret frowned and asked the professor in what can only be called a wistful voice, "If he breaks the vine cos 'e's so big... will I still get to go?"