Okay, who do Alicia and I thank for the owls from Gilderoy Lockhart about a PlayOwl spread?

Because I will take you out on a Quidditch pitch and throw Quaffles at you until you beg for mercy.

I just got home. Yes, I've been avoiding Alicia all day. I was gone at the crack of dawn and I'm just now coming in. I've been at the Holyhead Pitch all day, just throwing the Quaffle through unguarded hoops. Actually, we had a sort of scrimmage today, even though we're on the bye this weekend.

But, yeah. Uneventful day.

"You don't hold any mystery for me, darling. You don't. There isn't a particle of you I don't know, remember, and want." -- Noel Coward

Marcus. Fucking. Flint. She's going to the Gala with Marcus fucking Flint. We've called him that so many times, I'm beginning to think that's his middle name ( Read more... )

We lost to Slytherin. And you know that there is nothing on this earth that pisses me off more than losing to Slytherin. Next time, Flint. Next time.

I can't believe Warrington tried to throw me through one of the goal hoops. That's Montague's trick. (And it only worked once, so give it up ( Read more... )

I do not have feel

She does not make me wish

I don't

She makes me want

Hell's bells, I don't know what I want any more.

Oliver? They make decaf coffee that tastes just as good as the real thing.

But, good to play with you all again! ::grin:: We're going to kick everyone's arses.

We won! Yayee! And I even got to play a little. Didja see me?! (Me? Modest?) Didn't score any, but it was definitely fun. And we won. ::happy victory dance:: 3-2-1 now ( Read more... )

Alumni match! With the old team!

SQUEESQUEESQUEE!

And moving out of parents dearest's house to Diagon Alley with Alicia.

Whee. ::flounces::

We lost!

::woes::

::tear::

::withers::

And I didn't get to play, either.