2: Quidditch ‘Do you remember what happened, Mr Potter?’ the Healer enquired. ‘I fell over in the street,’ Harry told her. ‘I probably celebrated too much yesterday, it was my hundredth birthday.’ Ginny chuckled. ‘We showed ‘em! You can still catch that snitch.’ ‘You played Quidditch yesterday?’ the Healer asked. ‘It’s a birthday tradition, Potters versus Weasleys. We won,’ Harry said. ‘No players younger than half my age, because I’m getting old.’ ‘Mr Potter, you shouldn’t be playing at all, given your age,’ ordered the Healer. ‘Huh, you want to spoil all my fun. Next, you’ll be interfering in my sex life.’