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I hate playing pick-up games of Quidditch with Susan. That girl is highly mental when she gets on a broomstick. I mean, I adore the girl, but she's insane. It's a pick-up game. Not the Quidditch World Cup. Not even a House match. Which means she should probably not try to (and succeed in) knocking me off of my broom. Because now I have a lovely wrap around my wrist. Pomfrey says it's just a sprain, but it hurts like hell. Bones is going to pay for this. I don't know how, but I'll come up with something. Ideas are very much welcomed at this point in time.
I guess I should probably go work on my Transfiguration. It shouldn't, but wordless magic can still prove to be a bit of a problem at times. And Merlin knows that now is not the time for ones magic to be wonky.
I guess I should probably go work on my Transfiguration. It shouldn't, but wordless magic can still prove to be a bit of a problem at times. And Merlin knows that now is not the time for ones magic to be wonky.