"School bludgers," Ben responded with a teasing smile. They weren't actually any different than the bludgers used in the pro-league, to the best of his knowledge, though they certainly could have been. Ben knew that manufacturers made bludgers that were more or less aggressive, for various levels of training, and he didn't know exactly what the Hogwarts referee outfitted the Quidditch teams with. It had been a long while since he'd been in school and he knew several things had changed since then. Girls hadn't been allowed to play Quidditch at all for a while, and then they'd been able to play but only with parental permission, or something. They could definitely have been using 'weak' bludgers. Even if they weren't, it wasn't like a fourteen year old beater was going to hit it with the same degree of force that a fully grown professional player would, so it was hardly comparable.

"Sorry to hear about your rib, though," he said, though his tone was still one of amusement and not anything approaching sincerity. "Did they fix it, or just switch you to a smaller corset size?"