"Yours were always better than mine anyway," Albus said, the first hint of that teasing tone he used to take so easily. Maybe he was calming down just a little from his initial shock. "Practical demonstrations'd work out best for me so I can't complain about that." He slid down in his seat a little, slouching and offering a slight shrug.

"It's a field sport. One ball, lots of running into each other and tackling. Like being a beater, but everyone's one. You uh, come to my matches. Once I start, I mean. Dunno why I thought of it just now."