Madam Pomfrey says she's "NOT SURE" if I'm gonna get to play in the match on Sunday. Apparently my spleen is still kinda big and I probably shouldn't risk it. I've been taking her nasty potion every day! What else am I supposed to do, jeez?!
My flying muscles are all gonna wither away to nothing and then I'm going to die. I can hear Abby
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