The match of the season,

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin

Even though I'm not a lion there was

NO way in hell that I was supporting

Those slimy snakes,

(Ignoring the fact that my best friend is

A Slythie)

Spinnet passes to Johnson,

Johnson to Bel-

INTERCEPTED!

Fucking hell, Flint.

Wood blocks,

HA! In your lame-arse faces!

Potter goes after the snitch!

I swear if he doesn't get it I'm going to

hex him until he gets it through his thick skull.

Left, right, left

Swwweeerrvveeee

Shit that had to hurt. Haha,

I'm such a sadist.

POTTER GOT THE BLOODY

SNNIIITTTCCCHHH!

For a Ravenclaw, I'm quite

The Quidditch junkie.

Celebration in the House of Lions,

Everyone's welcome= Heaven on Earth.

Whoa-ho-ho, those twins are sneakier than I thought.

And what's that I see?

Me thinks its rum.

Me also knows she's getting hammered.

Damn, the fourth years got to them first!

Hey, I'm a seventh year, not cool.

"Oi, seventh year comin' through!"

Yum, yum rum.

Hey here's Sammi, a.k.a my only Slytherin friend.

She's wearing the Ravenclaw outfit I loaned her,

Sammi's a sucker for a good drinkin'.

Bitch owes me big time.

"Why's the rum gone?"

Ha ha, Weasley. Lost your own rum.

Oh, the irony!

Looky here! Is that

Wood I see? And

Is here, dare I say, drunk-off-his-arse?

I could totally make some use of that.

That and the fact that-I've-had-a-teensy-weensy-crush-on-him-

Since-our-fourth-year-but-he-doesn't-actually-

acknowledge-my-existence I think.

Time for Operation: Get Your Flirt On.

I'm such a bitch.

Step One: Compliment his game a.k.a boost his ego

"You know, that last play was really outstanding."

Oliver grins and I just about die.

Step Two: Make self seem like pitiful loser
a.k.a. boost his ego even more.

"Really?" has officially died and is in heaven, again.

"Yes," cue dramatic sigh. "If only I could be as talented,

and strong and as amazing as you."

I should be an actress.

"In fact-"

Clip, clop, clip, clop.

Merlin, it's Minnie!

"Run!" some pathetic firstie shouted.

"Fake sleeping!"

Fat chance of that working.

But, alas, one cry rang out above all others:

"Hide the rum!"

Guess who?