"Where did you get those robes?"

"Where did you get those robes?" I asked, outraged. "Only team members have them!"

Cormac smiled confidently at me.

"Since I'm probably going to take over from the current Keeper sometime, since he's liable to injure himself, I realised I needed to keep up my practice", he explained.

I gritted my teeth at the insult to Ron, and decided to thank Hermione for Confunding him during the Quidditch trials so that he didn't get on the team. His arrogance would have made any of us strangle him at the first practice.

"The robes?" I asked again, my anger at him barely concealed.

"I looked in the locker room", Cormac continued quickly, realising that his time was nearly up, "and decided to borrow a set of yours."

My anger dissipated in my incredulity. I normally don't have some sort of elitist complex, but I was surprised and shocked at the audacity Cormac had to borrow the Captain's robes. I looked closer at Cormac, and realised what I didn't notice before — the robes were too small on him. I could see a few centimetres of his wrists and ankles, and the shirt drew tight around his chest, outlining his muscles.