Was Pete too hard on the team? "No. Of course not." But he was lying. Lying to Pete didn't feel goods. "Okay, so… yeah. A little." He shrugged. Nat didn't mind. But for a Gryffindor, Nat was pretty laid back about things. He understood that Pete was a crazy quidditch monster. Pete wanted to win the Quidditch Cup. He wanted it more than Nat could remember him wanting anything. If given the opportunity, he'd probably sell his mum to snag the cup. And Pete liked his mum. Yes. Pete was too hard on the team, but Nat got it. And it was okay. "You're occasionally a little overdramatic. But I find it endearing." 

"Just, try not to yell at the girl's so much." Because kicking Cait off the team was  hardly an appropriate response to her being late or what ever. Nat hadn't actually been paying attention by that point. If he had, chances are he would have stood up for Caitlin, because Pete had turned in to the Quidditch Monster again. Nat was friends with Pete, but that didn't make him friends with the Quidditch Monster. 

"Especially Millie. She a kid Pete, she's going to be a damn good seeker. But she's thirteen. And she's all twisted around. Apparently, she thinks Nigel is in love with her." Which was just freaky. It was bad enough that Pete had a Hufflepuff girlfriend. Nigel dating a really young student would just cross the line. At least Lindsay was their age. 

Nat stole one of Pete's pebbles and charmed it, tossing it down in to the stadium. "You're a good captain, Pete. Its your first year. Nobody expects you to be perfect. You just have to harness the Quidditch Monster, not let it control you." He nodded solemnly. That was the best advise he could offer his friend. "Good new though, you're a better captain than I am a prefect."