( BESS )

The looks I get from people when they find out I have a United Chaser for a brother and won't touch a broom myself are both pitying and disbelieving. What do I say? All the sports genes passed to the first child and didn't bother to trickle down!

Somehow I feel this doesn't excuse my inability to throw wadded up parchment in the wastebasket sans the use of my wand. I must need lessons.