Could Rafe not catch a break?! This was his turf, not Derian's! Oh Merlin, Rafe thought, Please don't tell me Derian is trying out for Quidditch!?! Please, oh, please! How embarassing would it be to have your little brother on the same team as you!? And even worse, what if he was better than you? Rafe didn't want to think about it. He just needed to concentrate on Arabella as she continued to practice throwing the quaffle towards the hoops.

It was so distracting though. Why was Derian so wobbly? Did he not know how to fly? It wasn't that hard. Why was he strangling the broom? Rafe just shook it off. He'd never do well with practice if he was constantly distracted by Derian everytime they ran into each other. For now Rafe just ignored him and just concentrated blocking the quaffle.