"Finally," Tom said testily. She was their team’s star chaser, and with her out of play they hadn’t been doing as well. Tom took her absence personally, as if she chose to be injured, to Harry’s immense amusement. Tom might not care about quidditch but he cared about Harry winning enough to make up for it. "Do you need a snack before dinner? I had the elves prepare a roast chicken sandwich for you with that seasoning you like."