"No problem," he shrugs. "So, bludgers - they're pretty fast, but left alone they just float around the pitch and are pretty easy to avoid. Beaters can hit them," he raises his bat, "Which sets them on a straight path for a little bit, which's usually when you're at risk of getting hit. They can't go out of bounds, like all the balls, and they'll bounce if they hit the edge - smart beaters can use that to set up some pretty unexpected shots."
"Which isn't a concern in school games," Margot interrupts. "That's more of a thing in the really competitive professional leagues."
Isaac turns to her. "Hey!" he says, mock offended. "I totally got Diggory with that last year."
Margot rolls her eyes. "With a lucky shot 'cause he wasn't paying any attention."
He shrugs. "Well, Bray - that's my rival, one of the Hufflepuff Beaters, and Diggory's their Seeker," he directs toward Ellie, "Anyways, she swore revenge, and she's a total nut about training - we can't take the school equipment out if it isn't the official training or game time, but nothing's stopping us from practicing our swing or joining Flight Club or flying at home, and she's got one of her parents' fields set up for pick up Quidditch. So she'll probably try that at least once."
"Oh, she's the nut," Margot mutters. A bit louder, to Ellie, "Anyways, we'll be playing it easy today. Might show you some flying tricks if we have time, though you can pick up more of that with Flight Club if you're really nuts. And if you can stand Isaac and his girlfriend trying to one up each other." (Isaac makes a noise like an offended cat.)