First entry
I cannot believe why it hit me just now. Post-Hogwarts nostalgia, I mean. The blunt reason of course is because I'm dating someone younger.
Well, I've been to Hoggy-hogwarts recently and realised how I missed the place. When I am not snogging Mari behind tapestries along corridors, I like touring the area to reminisce and recall fun times. Once when I was scanning the new portraits in the first floor, this girl (I didn't know who she was) screamed my name from several floors up, looking like she was going to launch herself at me from the top floor bannisters. As an athlete you'd think I'm used to this freakish, fanatical admiration, but I'm not, however undeniably sexy I am. Lol. Thank Merlin I got away fast.
On a serious note, I've been thinking about it and I reckon--no--I seriously believe I need a career change. I've been with the Puddlemere United Re-BLOODY-serve team for a couple of years now and quite regrettably, I see no signs of moving up to the active roster. Of course there's always the option of hexing Gary Gillian (only the best keeper in the league) and Charlie Chambers (who is a talentless pie-faced newt but is the coach's son), and even then I'd still have to compete against three other stringers in Team B for the vacated slot.
If only Puddlemere were some bollocks, lame-arsed team like *cough* the Cannons, I'd be less burdened about resigning. You see, being in PU gives me lots of bragging rights. Let's see, we have 22 league wins, two European cup trophies, and the longest team history in Europe, no, the world. The pay is quite okay, I suppose. Pays my bills, gear, food, lodging, dates, etc. etc. Plus, I think the navy blue uniform looks sort of good on me. Mari said so when she was peeling them off after...*cough* never mind.
But I'm tired of warming the bench, really. Feel like I'm going to sprain my fucking arse if I sit another game down. Dumbledore's letter came at the perfect time. I'm thinking about accepting that teaching post.
Well, I've been to Hoggy-hogwarts recently and realised how I missed the place. When I am not snogging Mari behind tapestries along corridors, I like touring the area to reminisce and recall fun times. Once when I was scanning the new portraits in the first floor, this girl (I didn't know who she was) screamed my name from several floors up, looking like she was going to launch herself at me from the top floor bannisters. As an athlete you'd think I'm used to this freakish, fanatical admiration, but I'm not, however undeniably sexy I am. Lol. Thank Merlin I got away fast.
On a serious note, I've been thinking about it and I reckon--no--I seriously believe I need a career change. I've been with the Puddlemere United Re-BLOODY-serve team for a couple of years now and quite regrettably, I see no signs of moving up to the active roster. Of course there's always the option of hexing Gary Gillian (only the best keeper in the league) and Charlie Chambers (who is a talentless pie-faced newt but is the coach's son), and even then I'd still have to compete against three other stringers in Team B for the vacated slot.
If only Puddlemere were some bollocks, lame-arsed team like *cough* the Cannons, I'd be less burdened about resigning. You see, being in PU gives me lots of bragging rights. Let's see, we have 22 league wins, two European cup trophies, and the longest team history in Europe, no, the world. The pay is quite okay, I suppose. Pays my bills, gear, food, lodging, dates, etc. etc. Plus, I think the navy blue uniform looks sort of good on me. Mari said so when she was peeling them off after...*cough* never mind.
But I'm tired of warming the bench, really. Feel like I'm going to sprain my fucking arse if I sit another game down. Dumbledore's letter came at the perfect time. I'm thinking about accepting that teaching post.