Larry looked at the visiting team, a sneer on his face. He turned to his friend, punching his shoulder to get his attention.

"What sport do those freaks play anyway?" He asked.

"According to Principal Snyder, they play virtual rugby." Answered Mark, his tone mocking.

"Virtual rugby? Is that like a video game or something?" said Larry, scratching his head in confusion.

"Dunno, man." Mark replied. "I wonder why they are wearing dresses if they play a video game, though."

Larry decided to ask them. He walked up to the players, and, judging by the color of his dress, called the attention of the captain.

"My buddy over there and I were wondering what kind of sport you play," Larry said, the derision in his voice clear. "See, our principal said you play some sort of fancy football video game, but we were kind of confused, see? Here in America, we don't exactly have teams for the geeks to play on. We just shove them into lockers."

The other boy looked at him, his already ugly face rendered more so by his anger.

"You dirty muggle. You presume to… to… you would dare call me inadequate?" He grasped Larry by the throat. "You dirty mudblood…"

He continued on in this vain until a short, scrawny boy with white-blond hair came to drag him away, muttering something about Azkaban and the government.

Larry decided against approaching one of the visiting students again.