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[angelchaser]

In a shocking freak accident Sunday night, the manager, owner, and everyone in my place of employment was suddenly stricken by these horrible, greenish, slimy fluttering things which wouldn't quit. Panic erupted rather quickly after that, and the whole building had to be shut down indefinitely

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[_pogmothoin_]

Cor, you're actually scary, you know that? I think I'm glad I didn't join the Gryffindor Quidditch team until this year.

[angelchaser]

Scary? Me?

Perhaps.

A good Quidditch captain should be in control of the team. I don't know what Ron thinks he's doing if he's just going to be soft on you all. How are you ever going to win that way?

[_pogmothoin_]

Yes. YOU.

I'm not sure if one can ever be in control of a bunch of Gryffindors, but Ron's smashing. The phrase 'being soft' on us does not come to mind.

[angelchaser]

Even Gryffindors will follow a good leader, you know. I don't know, Ron always seemed...hmm. Maybe I'll swing by practise one night and see how it is.

If you can still move after practise, it was too easy. You know that by now, right?

[forgewheeze]

Oho, and what's that?

[angelchaser]

George, darling. A little bird told me you have extra Quidditch tickets.

Hand them over.

[forgewheeze]

Ah, what for then? I might have wanted to use them for someone, you know!

[angelchaser]

Like who? Who's better than me?

And I need to use them for someone. And my someone's better than your someone. Give em up.

[aurorkingsley]

I've a good job in mind for ya, Angie.

Granted, it doesn't pay..

[angelchaser]

Really?

Tell me more.

[angelchaser]

Hmm.

Wow.

Yes.

[aurorkingsley]

Good answer.

Looks like I've got one hell of a reason to stop by your flat. You busy tonight?