Healing up
So....internet. What am I supposed to do in this thing? I hardly have time to sleep and eat, much less pour our my angsty little boyhood soul in a journal. Oh well, maybe I'll run into some of my old mates. I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts since I left--the blokes on the team aren't so bad, really--just not what I'm used to.
Mo chreach, today was utter shit--I got hit twice, once in the shoulder and once in the jaw--looks like I'm out of Sunday's game, unless the mediwitches clear me. Hurts like nothin' I've ever felt--guess it's my first real injury since playing in school. I kind of miss Pomfrey, strangely. I think the one with the long grey braids and the red wart is giving me eyes. This may be my last statement to the world before my brilliant career is cut short by unfortunate man-slavery.
Mo chreach, today was utter shit--I got hit twice, once in the shoulder and once in the jaw--looks like I'm out of Sunday's game, unless the mediwitches clear me. Hurts like nothin' I've ever felt--guess it's my first real injury since playing in school. I kind of miss Pomfrey, strangely. I think the one with the long grey braids and the red wart is giving me eyes. This may be my last statement to the world before my brilliant career is cut short by unfortunate man-slavery.