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Oliver Wood was standing next to a large posterboard resting on an eisle. Viktor Krum stood nearby, looking stern as usual. Oliver, on the other hand, was practically bouncing with poorly contained glee.
"Right, you lot!" he announced to no one in particular, "Krum here says there was some interest in some Quidditch not too long ago, and I think I'm just the one to organize it. So come on up and tell me what position you'd be looking for, and your name, and we'll organize some sort of tryout. It'll be fun!"
Typist: Indulge the bouncy boy and get either Oliver or Krum!
"Right, you lot!" he announced to no one in particular, "Krum here says there was some interest in some Quidditch not too long ago, and I think I'm just the one to organize it. So come on up and tell me what position you'd be looking for, and your name, and we'll organize some sort of tryout. It'll be fun!"
Typist: Indulge the bouncy boy and get either Oliver or Krum!