The first Quidditch match of the season is fast approaching. I have noticed that some people on my team have been complaining about being "worked too hard." Do you imbeciles not want me to win the match on Saturday? You all must practice. Fortunately, I am even quicker on the broom in this form. I expect that Potter is too busy at press conferences attempting to be the next Grendel Lockhat to schedule a practice for his own team, as I've not seen him on the pitch once all week. Unfortunately for myself, I have seen Madam Hooch and her latest conquest. I am now scarred for life, which surely means nothing less than that I will become even more famed than I am presently in a relatively short matter of time.
As a result of Hooch's egregious behaviour, the practices which I'd set for four in the morning are now being moved to half past five. We will also have extended practice in the evening. Should I hear any complaining, I shall sick Salazar, Crabbe, or Goyle on you. All have sharp teeth thanks to their obsessive chewing of various items.
In addition to the fact that Potter is desperate for attention (probably a result of not having proper parents), which has caused him to attempt to become even more famous for idiotic matters and thus, not schedule Quidditch practice for his team, Weasley's clumsiness has increased. One would have thought that in becoming slightly lighter, he might grow more graceful, but he is obviously beyond hope. And I am sure that him being a fairly obese female helps matters very little. With a Keeper the size of a whale sporting butter fingers and the inability to mount a broom stick properly, along with a mildly psychotic attention hog, Gryffindor is without the advantage. Slytherin, in its general superiority, will easily win Friday's match.
What do you know of Sloper?