"When my dad measured me at Christmas I'd grown five inches already since the start of last summer." West said by way of agreement, a bit glum about it. "I think I grew more since then on account of my sleeves aren't long enough right now." Which was annoying too. He finally got the smudges off where he was working and went over to another patch of wall.

"And I think its made my balance and speed a bit wonky for Quidditch." That'd stop right? Even out? Because he couldn't deal with sucking much longer. Comparative to his own personal best at least.

This part of the wall wasn't too bad so West didn't have to do too much rubbing of the cleaning stuff and whatnot. He still gave it a good go over though.