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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?

[_pogmothoin_]

Ron is doing fine. Trust me, I am achy all over which is a sure sign of plenty of practise.

Oi, give a bloke a chance and give us fair warning on which night you might drop by, right?

[angelchaser]

Or a sure sign of something else.

Of course not! How else am I going to get an honest look at how the team is really doing?