"Nay, they bear the wrong colors. These they face are parti-colored blue and red, this here--" He pokes at the screen. "'tis red and white."

Harry leans his chin on Feuilly's shoulder. "Audere est facere-- ay, 'tis very well. I would say very strange, and yet-- sure we had such great ado for tournaments. Though this is no joust." You can't even hit each other!