06 March 1983 - as Aeson Spavin (1967 Gryffindor and captain for Caerphilly)
BLOODY FUCKING BRILLIANT.
Right now we are team full of distractions.
Normally that's the Magpies and Lucas Coote's problem (of course, it could be other teams too, the Magpies just are bad at keeping it under wraps, probably because they're two women are dating a Marchbanks and a Mulciber). But right now, that's us. Julian Urquhart who knows better came in hungover twice last month, Podmore's getting married, I don't know what the fuck is going on with Morgan but he's just been down, and now Mariel's mother has been in a serious broom accident. I'm not sure our Keeper can speak English. But the worst right now is Mariel because she might not play in the match this weekend and it's the Bats.
It's shit.
And I don't - whatever - whatever is strange with Nyx. It needs to be fixed. I shouldn't have gotten drunk and said all that shit to Elpis and Briseis. I was drunk.
I don't even know why I went over there.
It's nothing.
She's my best mate, I love her care about her and I just want to talk to her so I can talk to someone about how this is complete shit.
For a secon
I don't even know that she was going to kiss me. It's probably all in my head.
And we lost to the Magpies on Saturday and LUCAS COOTE. Fuck.
We're a busy team this month. Saturday we have the Bats, cheers Caerphilly. We've already had one match under our belt, it was a good match. We have the Falcons on St Patrick's Day and the Cannons on the 31st. It's going to be a brill month. One of our Chasers is getting married this month too, we're busy people.
I've got tickets to see Portree beat the Kestrels and Puddlemere this month too
It's been a decent season and it's just going to get better.