Fred looked down just as Rutledge caught the ball, so he had a clear view of the entire debacle. The fool caught the ball a good thirty meters out of the scoring area, executed a fancy, but amazingly slow, dodge around Nesin, and, as Harry put it, “…practically gave the ball to the Turkish Keeper!”

Arrogant prat‘s trying for a long goal. Fred chased helplessly after a Bludger, knowing he couldn’t get to it in time to stop Tecirli from stopping the goal and regaining possession for the Turkish team. In the War, pulling stunts would have gotten him killed.
And... I believe we're on number six now. *spends fifty characters preening about her setup*