38. 21/11/80.
NOT exactly the ending I'd hoped for. Not the middle, either. Still, we made out like a bandit with 180 points.
Point standings are currently:
Slytherin - 290
Hufflepuff - 220
Ravenclaw - 180
Gryffindor - 140
Fine. So we have to slaughter Slytherin or put up the best fight possible, absolutely steamroll over Gryffindor, and then we're in the points game. Then we're up for the final and the Cup.
I have to deal with Tor. I'll let hiim sleep and tear into his sorry arse tomorrow morning. He gets three weeks to prove that he deserves to go out on that pitch again. I like him, but I am not letting him lose us the Cup. Calhoun has potential. Calhoun could do it, if she just bloody focuses. I need a Seeker. I need to win this Cup. Or at the very fucking least, break some records on Chaser scoring in Hogwarts Quidditch.
I made nine goals in two hours, seven steals, I owned that pitch today, I have never felt more alive in my life, and I don't know why the fuck anyone wouldn't want to play Hogwarts Quidditch. I don't care if it's amateur hour for the most part -- Quidditch is Quidditch is Quidditch, and Quidditch is life.
God that's the closest I've had to sex in months. That was fantastic. That was better than sex. Who needs sex?
Dad and Lexi showed up, acted all parental, I was too drunk off of power and adrenaline and I barely remember what she said but she probably knows just as well as anyone who saw that match that I'm a bad, bad person but a very good Chaser.
Oh now I just need to celebrate.
I swear I've never been this hot in m
[Private: Teagan/Gilly]
Little bird told me that Ravenclaw's Star Chaser has a bit of time for you tonight if you want to take it.
Spinks, if you don't go pro I am paying scouts to show up at your door, full stop.
I like this season. We're finally playing the game as it's meant to be played. Keep it coming, you lot, this is one of the best years yet.
Slytherin, you'd better bring it and bring it good.