"Gryffindor will win the Quidditch Cup against the Death Eaters!" Oliver shouted. He made motions like he was flying a broom. When he heard Ryuuji's voice he spun around. "Working for those louts, are you, Flint? You can't beat me this year. Take your Dark Mark to someone else's Quidditch pitch!" He blindly tossed another elf across the room.