Richard gave a somewhat taken aback smile.  "From Durmstrang?  Quite the trip.  I wonder if Apparating that far is even possible.  At any rate, I don't blame you for being upset with Slytherin, though the Hat tried to do the same to me.  Filling quotas must be such a bother.  It's still sitting there on the stool.  Perhaps you could have a word with it."  He turned to Daria.  "As for your thighs, perhaps if your Quidditch robes were a bit longer, no one would be able to see them."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, John seemed a bit confused by Basil's question.  "I don't think so.  I don't think anyone's ever decided to try it.  I think I'd fall off my broom.  Even with one bat I'm afraid of it sometimes."<br/><br/>Jonathan Vaisey and Charlie Mullins appeared to be talking Quidditch match until Charlie yelled over to Charlize, waving as he levitated a chicken.  He and Vaisey then grabbed forks and tried to stab off pieces of chicken as it floated between them, spinning back and forth from the force of their stabs.  All of a sudden, the chicken dropped from mid-air and landed unceremoniously in the middle of the table.  Melinda Bagwell stood nearby, wand drawn.  It seemed she had dispelled the charm.