Right, because that was totally a sensible way to pick Quidditch players, thought Percy, squashing the little voice in his head that said but the rest of your family is good at this game, you know. "This is a bad idea," sighed Percy aloud, again, as they mounted their brooms. He glanced into the stands longingly, thinking that watching a Quidditch game sounded dramatically more desirable as an afternoon activity when compared to playing in one. Then he wondered if if Penelope was there. He half-hoped she was and half really hoped she wasn't, because he was probably going down in flames. She probably would show up for the Ravenclaw/Gryffindor game, but as that one came last, he was holding out hope that Oliver would find someone better by then, and Percy could go back to studying in peace.