cast a spell on you

“Isak, do you even know the difference between a quaffle and a bludger?” Sana asked, eyebrows raised skeptically as she loaded her plate with scrambled eggs. “Of course I do!” he scoffed defensively. In all fairness, it was probably a valid question considering Isak’s rather pathetic track record with quidditch lingo and logistics, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes and huffing out a dramatic sigh. “Don’t you have any faith in me?”“Do you really want me to answer that?” Sana responded, letting out a small laugh at Isak’s indignant expression. “Anyways, stop avoiding the question. What’s the difference between a quaffle and a bludger?” she repeated with a smirk, leaning back in her seat, obviously confident in Isak’s ineptitude.“Uh,” he said (in an intelligent manner, thank you very much), scratching his head as he racked his brain for the right answer. “One bludges and the other… quaffles?”Or: a quidditch au