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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
you've got (black)mail The look on his face suggested that the whole situation needed no explanation. Because clearly we all suffer from the same Quidditch addiction that turns you into an obsessive, psychopathic maniac - oh, wait. No. That’s just him. |
4,430 | 11 |
| 2 |
basic human communication skills Oliver grunted something in agreement as he began wiggling around, and soon it became painfully obvious why supply closets were not used for the abduction of muscular Quidditch captains. |
5,600 | 14 |
| 3 |
This Shall (Not) Be Fun Stupid blood Ravenclaws and their stupid bloody questions. |
3,720 | 10 |
| 4 |
Oh, the Unfairness of it All I’m really quite a forgetful person. I should get a Remberall. I’ll have to write my mum to send me one... If I can remember to, that is. |
4,547 | 13 |
| 5 |
Hieroglyphics of the Male Variety I may need to invest in one of those Rosetta Stone thingers. |
4,335 | 17 |
| 6 |
Some People Need to Grow Up Ooh. He’s really not happy today. This might even be worse than the weeks following the Match of Evil. |
4,528 | 28 |
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