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[quaffle_me]

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

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[theboywho_lived]

"I'm still interested. Erm.. Do I really need to tell you my name and position?" He laughs slightly. "Um.. Harry Potter. Seeker."

[quaffle_me]

Oliver nodded and wrote it down, "Got it -- still up for some early morning practices? Like old times?"

[theboywho_lived]

"I guess so..," he sounds doubtful though.

[quaffle_me]

"Just kidding, Harry. That was a bit of a bust, wasn't it? Anyway, I'm not sure how formal it'll be. If we don't get enough people for two teams, we may just throw a Quaffle around a bit."

[theboywho_lived]

"That'd be fun, just to get out there and fly around again."

[quaffle_me]

"I'm getting antsy, now that the weather is nicer. Have you been out at all?"

[theboywho_lived]

"I've gone flying sometimes, yeah." He smiles. "But having some kind of goal will make it a bit more exciting, I reckon."

[quaffle_me]

"Quidditch makes everything more fun!"