Sirius laughed at her reply. “I don’t think there’s been a single one of Binns’ classes where I’ve listened for more than 5 minutes.” Did anyone like that class? He thought to himself. “I’d definitely rather freeze my ass off in the pouring rain watching you idiots fly about than that.” Sirius pulled his robes a little tighter around him, feeling a little chilly from the thought. “Warming charms are a a life saver.”
“You and me both, mate. I’d typically pre-nap in his class. My nap before my Herbology nap.” Only Marlene would manage to take a nap in a greenhouse during Herbology. But in her defense, she didn’t consider it to be a real class anyway. Probably because she was never very good at it. “You think watching from the stands is bad? Try being one of those ‘idiots’ flying about 100ft in the air where the altitude is freezing, the rain is hitting you like stones, and you can’t see a damn thing,” she challenged. “But in the good name of Quidditch, it’s worth it.”
