"Quidditch?" Harry asked, still with that dumb smile, trying to get her a little closer. The Ravenclaw lead was just getting bigger, and there were times even a snitch couldn't save a team. Harry couldn't let that happen. He came back from a weird, creepy shade sort of Voldemort. And witnessed murder. And met his awesome Godmother. He could win a Quidditch game against a bunch of smart kids. 