“Thirteen, And you know it.”

"Eleven Right." 

“I’ll tell you what. IF I catch the Snitch, you have to tell your stupid friend Nigel not to be a total wimp. My brother is more of a man than him… There are first years more grown up.” 

Nat smirked. "Tell you what. WHEN you catch the snitch, I'll tell Nigel that he's a total wimp, and that you're a fantastic girl. For Eleven anyway." Millie's crush on Nigel was kind of cute, in a creepy stalker sort of way. It mostly amused Nat how uncomfortable it made Nigel. Being young wasn't Millie's only offense. She was a little louder and crazier than Nigel liked. She probably touched him. Nigel didn't really like being touched. 

Thankfully before they could continue their awkward discussion on Milligel or Nigllie, or whatever, Pete chose to start a very inspirational speech about dragons. That wasn't what Nat had meant about dragons. Pete was a ridiculous sometimes. Usually, his best friend's crazy made Nat feel better about himself as a person. Normally he would have said something smirky back to his friend, but Pete needed this. Pete needed his Fearless Gryffindor speech more than anyone on the team did. So Nat encouragingly cheered in the appropriate places, more for Pete than anyone else. 

Though now even dark depressing Amber was on board with the team could win bit. In fact it seemed like all the team was a little happier. 

Except of course Caitlin. "Lay off." Nat whispered, pinching her in the side. "Let Pete have this." They were Pete's friends. They were supposed to support him. That was the reason Nat joined quidditch in the first place was because Pete wanted to. That was the reason Nigel played on the reserves. If Nigel could get totally out of his comfort zone to support friends, Caitlin could stop being mean for twenty minutes till the match started. "Let him shout, let him motivate the team. His yelling isn't hurting you and Pete needs the good energy. You and I can just worry about scoring goals, right? Now, smile and be a good sport, Cait."