He was used to having to look up when someone said the words Ding-Dong. After all that was usually his nickname out on the pitch. What he was not used to was Skrumpkin yelling it as they were walking out to the pitch. Shane could hardly get it together enough to yell out the rejoinder, the sheer ridiculousness of the Hufflepuff side yelling nonsensical noises was just too much, he did laugh, hearing Sioni and then Shay’s voices, trying not to trip as he chuckled and echoed Shay’s lobbing a fist into the air to accompany their yells.

Shane had started to feel the nervousness of walking back out onto the pitch, that feeling in the pit of your stomach and then it crept up your back and made his palms itch to get a hold of the quaffle, to get up on his broom.

To win.

But this was doing a fine job of keeping all of that at the back of his mind.

“Ting-A-Ling!” He turned to point to T.J the next time they were instructed to say it, clearly her wish to become some other noise was not going to come true.