Apr 13, 2004 18:42
Bit dodgy writing with one hand but when I found this thing and pulled it out from under the bed, it bit me. So now I have a bandaged hand and an angry book and nothing to say really.
Well done Harry, another sixty points lost for Gryffindor! Hope you plan on winning them all back on Saturday, or you might want to sleep with one eye open for a while. What the bloody hell are you doing going off in the middle of the night again, you tit? Didn't the last time you did that and all the points you lost us for it tell you anything?
Reckon not.
Anyway Easter was all right. Went home, saw my mum and dad, went to Church and all that. Came home and ate a tonne of chocolates and sweets and went to bed having odd dreams about Quidditch and being upside-down. I'm not nutters, Seamus, that's really what I dreamt! Should I ask Professor Trelawney about it do you think? Maybe that Firenze fellow might know. I don't know nothing about dreams.
Of course none you will know what I am talking about when I say that the Hammers at Southampton yesterday was absolutely dismal. Putrid! How could they let them win 2-nil? Bloody pathetic, and I know why it was. BECAUSE I WAS NOT THERE. Well guess what! I've got tickets to see them against Newcastle in May, and they WILL WIN THAT ONE because I will be RIGHT THERE CHEERING THEM ON!
It's not Quidditch but you know, a bloke can have more than one sport can't he?
Charms homework to do now. Cheers.