[Ginny rolls her eyes and elbows both of them with a good-natured laugh. She's glowing, really, eyes shining and cheeks flushed, grin wide enough to rival Fred's, and she can't stop looking around the pitch like it's her birthday and Christmas all rolled into one. She never thought to make one. Neither did Harry, Regulus, or anyone else. They never thought there'd be enough people for a league. She still doesn't think they do, but this is here and it's the closest to home she's seen in years.]
Shut up. [She can't stop laughing, either, hovering in the air and itching to go racing around.] You both know as well as I do that Quidditch's a bloody loud game. Where's the fun if we're not insulting the other team? Or is that considered a foul? Poor sportsmanship? [She winks.] Eh, you pillocks?
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Date: 2011-09-19 01:28 am (UTC)Shut up. [She can't stop laughing, either, hovering in the air and itching to go racing around.] You both know as well as I do that Quidditch's a bloody loud game. Where's the fun if we're not insulting the other team? Or is that considered a foul? Poor sportsmanship? [She winks.] Eh, you pillocks?