"So, um... what do you do? When you're not kicking Prefects in the face."
"Football, mostly. Lends itself well to kicking people in the face."
"That's like... one of the too many kinds of Muggle Quidditch? As there is 'ball' in the name."
"It's just... what's the point of a game where one player's half the game? It's like if someone took a real sport and said, 'how can I make this stupid?'"
"But you get to fly around the whole time," ventures Leo.
"Maybe you'd like informal pickup Quidditch better. If there's only six players a side it's usually the Seeker gets left out."
"Now, see, that could be fun. And I like the flying rocks. There's a sad lack of flying rocks in the nonmagical sporting world."
"By the way, on the subject of weird shit that wizards do, are you all raging homophobes or something? Because I get a kind of medieval vibe off of the whole culture, and I like the idea of filling out my Persecution Bingo card."
"Widdershins folk. Do we hate them. Being very widdershins myself, I'm pretty confident the answer is no."
"Oh. Yeah, everybody I know is fine with widdershins people. Are Muggles not?"
Xan rolls his eyes. "Widdershins. I'm in Munchkinland. But no, no they aren't, some are better about it but most are worse. I guess that's one less thing I'll be defending my life against."
"My mum says Muggles are prejudiced about lots of stuff. She went into Muggle Edinburgh once and got called some very rude things."
"Yeah, it's kind of refreshing to only have one set of assholes to deal with. Even if yours are more murderous."
"Ah, yes. Because there are no more blood purists any more. Racism has vanished. Finally, we are free forever. God save the Queen."
"I can- help, if you want. With the idiots. I'm good with hexes, I can swap their feet with their hands and stuff. If you want."