"Yeah," James said. "And I've thought about it. I'm already doing club quidditch." He screwed up his face into the sort of long-suffering expression that was appropriately over-the-top for an eleven-year-old. "I didn't get to practice flying at all over the summer, thanks to the ban and my parents being worried it was dangerous." They weren't entirely wrong, but James thought the risks were worth the reward.

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