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Squinting down at the action, Oliver began to count the yellow players. It was a hard feat as they were moving around so much. 'Dammit! Keep still would ya!' One.. two.. three.. Merlin's pants, the Huffies only had six players on the pitch. That's what Ratty was playing Keeper. Where was Ema!? She was a Beater usually, right?
So it seemed Oliver wasn't the only one who was ashamed of his performance on the pitch. “I wouldn't worry about it. The loss was pretty much a group effort I think.” He smirked. He could only hope that they would do a better job next time around. He looked at her. “Really? I can't say I know a single Blue. Is it true what they say about them?” He asked making a face like he was off his trolley. “That they're all completely mental?” Intelligence did that to a person, didn't it? They were too busy thinking about intellectual things that they couldn't think at a normal emotional level.
He raised his eyebrows when she said she didn't get on with the Yellows. “Some of them are a bit odd but most of them are pretty cool.” But that was the same of all the houses, right. Slytherin certainly had it's mentalists too. “What's your name, luv?” He asked her as he looked back towards the action on the pitch.
"Maybe, but I think I did most of the losing for the team." replied Violet. Then she laughed when he asked if it was true that the Ravvies were mental.
"No, I know a lot of them all of them are really nice and cool, and not mental" she said.
"yeah some I guess" she said. She had never actaully gotten along with a Hufflepuff at all. Except she could vagualy remember one that she may have been on good bases with.
"Im Violet Riddle what about you?" said Violet blushing when he called her luv.