35. 01/09/1980.
The schedule for the pitch opened up today -- yeah, this early? yeah, no joke -- and I don't know how the hell Bones and Flint beat me there, but they did. The worst bit is that now I have Clive "Punching Bag" Stanton standing as vigilantly by the schedule book as I am, refusing to make a compromise on splitting the pitch between our teams. All this despite that I have seniority -- one year as Captain and this is my SIXTH YEAR of Hogwarts Quidditch, for Christ's sake. The only thing Stanton has six years of experience in is being a ponce.
Fear not for Ravenclaw Quidditch, though. He's just doing this to hack me off, so if all else fails, I'll give up on my vigil, just get him in the bollocks, and sign up for the times that Ravenclaw rightfully deserves.
All's fair!
Can't wait for Hogwarts Quidditch to start. Tryouts'll be next week for anyone who wants to be on the team that's going to win the Cup.
This could be worse. And as I say that, it inevitably will. But it's not like I don't expect that by now.
Compared to the last few weeks I feel really kind of pleasant. Julia and I had a hell of a time on the train, and the dorm is good. Annie's all bleached and Quidditchy and funny again now that she's away from her fucked up elitist relatives, and we seem to have gotten the good twin of Gwyn's personality today, so I'm feeling fine. All I really need are my friends.
And the hours I want. Fuck you, Stanton, I'm going to win this.
Fear not for Ravenclaw Quidditch, though. He's just doing this to hack me off, so if all else fails, I'll give up on my vigil, just get him in the bollocks, and sign up for the times that Ravenclaw rightfully deserves.
All's fair!
Can't wait for Hogwarts Quidditch to start. Tryouts'll be next week for anyone who wants to be on the team that's going to win the Cup.
This could be worse. And as I say that, it inevitably will. But it's not like I don't expect that by now.
Compared to the last few weeks I feel really kind of pleasant. Julia and I had a hell of a time on the train, and the dorm is good. Annie's all bleached and Quidditchy and funny again now that she's away from her fucked up elitist relatives, and we seem to have gotten the good twin of Gwyn's personality today, so I'm feeling fine. All I really need are my friends.
And the hours I want. Fuck you, Stanton, I'm going to win this.