not wanting to look at it anymore, he folded the newspaper roughly and stuck it out of sight.

First Quidditch of the season tonight, then, right? Harry asked, waving his fork at the three boys in general. Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor! Zane announced. My first game! I can hardly wait. James looked up and saw his dad grinning at Zane. You made the Ravenclaw team, then! Thats very cool. If I can finish early enough, I plan on coming to the match. I look forward to seeing you fly. What position will you play? Beater, Zane said, pretending to swat a Bludger with his fork. Hes pretty good, Mr. Potter, Ralph said earnestly. I saw him fly his first time. He just about made a crater in the middle of the pitch, but he pulled up at the last second. That takes some serious control, Harry acknowledged, studying Zane. Youve had broom lessons? Not a one! Ralph cried, as if he were Zanes public relations agent. Thats the amazing bit, isnt it? James looked at Ralph, his face grim, trying to catch his eye and warn him off the topic, but it was already too late. He probably wouldnt have figured it out at all, Ralph said, if he hadnt taken off after James when he did the big outta-control-like-a-bottle-rocket-rumba. Ralph squirmed on the bench, mimicking James inaugural broom flight. But youll be supporting the Gryffindors, of course! Zane interrupted suddenly, planting his palm on Ralphs forehead and pushing him backwards. Harry glanced around the table, chewing a chunk of toast, a quizzical look on his face. Er, well, yes. Of course, he admitted, still looking from boy to boy.