35. 01/09/1980.

[unsubtly]

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

Comments

[behaving]

No need to advertise for my team, Quigley.

You know what? Your team can take the spots. My team doesn't need the practise as badly as yours does.

[unsubtly]

You did not just say that.

[behaving]

No, really. If I need to compromise, I'll compromise with Slytherin, they're actual competition.

[unsubtly]

If you're trying to egg me into punching you, it is so not working.

You can have the spots, my team'll beat yours into the ground no matter when we practise.

[edlynjane]

I don't know that I'd call him a ponce.

As Sorcha Magee

[greygraynpc]

That is all you have to say on that subject, Warrington.

[edlynjane]

What does that mean?

As Sorcha Magee

[greygraynpc]

It means we'll take your word for it.

as Maya Dawson.

[goldnpc]

Next week? Since I didn't get Prefect mayb

[unsubtly]

Next week!

There are some halfway decent brooms in the broom shed if you want to practise a bit. Don't touch the Cleansweeps, they're sh no good.

as Maya Dawson.

[goldnpc]

Oh! Thanks for letting me know.

[logicalprocess]

Good luck with Quidditch.

[puffpuffpasser]

And one track mind Quigley returns!

[unsubtly]

The best track, Cresswell.

[puffpuffpasser]

Fuck no. How's my girl doing?

[unsubtly]

A complete pain in the arse, so nothing's changed since this morning.