“Given it was going for my head, that’s not entirely good form,” he answered back. He’d rightfully ducked, the bat was near his waist. How was he supposed to his something so close to his face?
Will nodded along sarcastically as he looked away, completely amused by his words and not taking even a single one of them seriously. “Uh-huh, yeah, sure you would be,” he mocked. “And what’s saying I’m not? I got an offer to try out, so I can take my last few months here with leisure before I even consider that as an option,” he spoke back with arrogance. “No, no, you were removed for foul play and cheating. Tampering of equipment is a punishable offence. Shame you’re messy and got caught. Wow, can’t play well enough that you have to cheat and then can’t even cheat well. To be quite honest… I’m not even surprised,” he scoffed.
“Sure, all talk as per usual,” he nodded, unconvinced by the threat.
He flicked his wand and send the bludger into the box, the clasps grappling shut around the little devil. The name ran tension up his spine as he craned his neck. Kneeling over the box, he adjusted the restraints on the two bludgers by hand, to make sure they were secure.
“God you really just as crazy as your mother aren’t you? What do they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree? Yeah they got that right with your family. You father didn’t even stick around. Guess he new how screwed up you were and saw the chance to flee. Can’t blame him really.”
Remy laughed as Will spoke back to him, he seemed so determined to correct him. “Willy, if you had an offer from a team the whole bloody castle would have heard about it by now. You’re ego can’t keep a secret.” He scoffed mockingly. “Call it whatever you like Wood, you were still the clumsy one that got in the way of a bludger. Maybe you should be a Chaser instead, you don’t seem to have a lot of luck with bludgers, do ya’ mate?” He smirked before saying in a mocking voice and a patronising face. “I’m not even surprised.”
Remy bit his tongue and aimed his broom’s handle at Will, he darted forwards and leapt off the broomstick colliding into Will pinning him to the ground. He raised his arm high and put all his force into a solid, square punch, into the other boy’s jaw. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother that way, you filthy lanky git.” He pulled his wand out of it’s belt and pressed the tip of it against his cheek, his legs straddled on top of Will. “Apologise.” He hissed darkly, his fingers itching to fire a spell into him.