Hospital wing again, Lily. As it turns out, while I am a brilliant and naturally talented Chaser, I'm a bloody awful Beater, and I gave it a go alone this morning and it did not go as planned, exactly. 'S'not too bad, though--couple of broken bones in my hand, shoulder blade's 'cracked', she said, and then the jaw thing, but she said I can go back to sleep in my own bed tonight. And nah, you're enough just company's fine, thanks.
I am intrepid and courageous and terribly creative just a tiny bit reckless. You can blame Padfoot for that, he's rubbed off on me. See, if this were him, he'd have been using both Bludgers, not just the one. Consider yourself lucky you aren't dating him.
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