"Correct you are, Arnold," Vindictus grinned. "If you get a cookie, go ahead and eat it because it would be a shame to have it crushed when you're playing Quidditch." He walked around the old locker room and offered cookies to the other boys, except Ryan. "There is a wonderful poem about playing Quidditch but it also warns us of the danger of the sport. Do any of you know the poem? Raise your hands please but do not recite it or tell me who wrote it."