"Sorry Ginevra," James said, nodding in acknowledgment. "Very well then. Since its obvious you have the spirit to perform during this game. Well then, we are a team now and we have a mission. Now then, as the Ravenclaw team, we play to win. I cannot say much for my own skills, and I have not seen some of you play. Do not let this discourage you- we are Ravenclaws. Our strength comes not from our ability to swing a bat or lug a ball. Our strength comes from our ability to think. Never forget that. We can win this if we think and play all at once. But remember, for all of our ability, you have something of infinite worth- each other. Use your team mates as your allies. Ignore them, and the whole game will fall apart."
Oooooh, fancy words.
Can he even play the game? Wouldn't the alchemic arm be little bit like, I dunno, cheating?
Oh what, like you played Quidditch
James slightly winced as the voices entered the back of his mind once more, but his eyes shifted from face to face, determining the reactions. Emotions were the best way to determine the spirit of each player. How else could they win at this point?