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Tutshill Tornados
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Ice-Cream Sundaes “I don’t like you.” “And why the hell not?” “Because you broke up with Leo.” --- “Freak accident, more like some crazy nut going around killing everybody.” --- “Oh, sorry, didn’t see-” “Oliver, So good to see you again." “Leonella, I am really sorry.” --- "Yeah, whatever." |
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It's Moss to You ~~~ “What do you want, Oliver.” ~~~ “I always catch you, remember?” ~~~ “Well I don’t need you to catch me, remember! ~~~ Yeah, Whatever you say, Wood. ~~~ You said it, sweetheart. ~~~ I’ll never be your sweetheart, Wood. And by the way, It’s Moss to you. |
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Woodsy Leonella settles in at the Tornado's. |
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thanks heaps 2 Draco Dormiens 4 this awsome banner! What would you do if you were accepted into a professional quidditch team? Well, what would anyone do? (I'll just leave that up to your imagination) This is a journey through two peoples eyes at what being a Quidditch Star is like, new to professionalism or not. There are a few kinks in the road, but that's to be expected of coarse, but for Leonella and Oliver, it's just begun.