"Sigh, I lost again. Can't we ever have a relaxing game of cards?"
In the Gryffindor common room, having lost yet another game of Wizarding Cards, George slumped limply into his chair, lazily tossing the rest of his hand back onto the table. He couldn't help complaining, "Why is the loser always me?"
"Well, duh. If you could beat me right now, that would be the real miracle." Albert tidied up his cards, reached out, and patted George's shoulder in consolation. "After all, I invented this game. With your current skill level, there's no way you can beat me yet. You should play with Fred or Lee Jordan; the three of you are pretty evenly matched."
Chapter 107