Author's Note: Well, it's been a while, courtesy of a nasty stomach virus
and still nastier university assessments, but I'm glad you're still with
me. Last I checked this had 20 reviews, which I was really floored by, so
thank you to everyone who has ever reviewed. I'd really like to thank those
who have read my baby without reviewing too (geez, I'm beginning to sound
like Gwyneth Paltrow, *sob* *sob*), but how can I know whether you've read
or not if you don't review, silly ;-). High on anti-nausea tablets, high on
anti-nausea tablets....
Disclaimer: Well, I once heard of this rock radio station in New Zealand who had twenty-seven complaints for swearing in one year, with twenty-six of those made by a reverend who listens to this station all day hoping to catch the DJs out. So my point is (and I do have one) is that some people really do care about these kinds of things. So I do not own Harry Potter and co. Happy now? (Reverend switches off computer and goes back to listening to the Rock).
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Entry Nine: Surrrrprissssssse!
The Ravenclaw Quidditch team gets a long overdue wake-up call.
3:58 PM, September 18th
Preceding twenty-eight hours have been hell.
Still fuming over Roger and Adrian completely ruining my chances with Luc Delacourt and making complete fool out of me in process. At time was paying most attention to two collaborators collapsing against each other and howling with laughter, but vaguely remember Cho Chang very, very sensibly prising my knife out of my fist.
Adrian has now taken to skipping around and chanting, "I've got girl germs, I've got girl germs."
If only it was trollpox...
4:12 PM
Now am very, very late to Quidditch practice. Roger's wrath is preferable alternative to arriving early and thus having to explain to Luc why have two boyfriends. Particularly one who is gay.
Perhaps Roger still in good mood from Fleur Delacourt mercy lay?
4:16 PM
Have been landed with job of collecting Bludgers after practice. Nope, mercy lay inflicted good mood apparently worn off.
"This is atrocious!" Roger roared at five bemused Ravenclaws and one closet Slytherin. "This is the second time a player has been late to my practices!"
"Eh, Davies?" Alessandro Bombardino hesitantly raised one hand. "If I may, it was Adani who arrived late both of those times."
"And you are not to single out one of your teammates," Roger turned on him. "We win as a team, we lose as a team. If one of us arrives late to practice or makes a crucial error in a game, we take responsibility as a team. You can't cop out when it suits you, Bombardino. Which is why I am adding an extra half-hour onto practice tonight. For everyone."
Malcolm Brocklehurst groaned. Several angry pairs of eyes harpooned me. Great, just great.
"Roger," Cho began, "I think the reason why Natalia arrived late to practice is that she may have been embarrassed yesterday when she was talking to Luc-"
"-Trying to seduce Luc-" Alessandro interjected sullenly. I kicked him.
"-and you and Adrian Pucey from Slytherin showed up and pretended to be her boyfriends."
"Oh, c'mon," Alessandro snorted. "Really, who would have fallen for that one?" Luc was looking down at his shoes. "I mean, Natalia can't even manage to find one boyfriend, let alone two." He wimpingly scooted along the bench he was sitting on before I could kick him a second time. Hufflepuff.
"Which is exactly my point, Cho," Roger said excitedly. "I was as responsible for Natalia being late today as she was. No one is "ever" singularly responsible for anything in a team situation. Remember that, plural responsibility!"
"Stark raving," Alessandro muttered. As much as I dislike him, is the one Ravenclaw other than Roger who is the slightest bit interesting.
"That's right, Bombardino, it's time to start playing," Roger said with the ecstatic disillusion that only the completely and thoroughly insane can manage. "With our first game next Friday, it's time we got our act together."
Six jaws collectively fell to the floor. "You're joking," Malcolm Brocklehurst breathed.
"I most certainly am not. This year to get everyone excited about the start of the Quidditch season, the school has decided to try something new. They will feature an opening game two weeks prior to the commencement of the season with the defending champions, that's us, playing this years favourites - who, incidentally, is everyone's least favourite house. No, not Gryffindor, Natalia. Slytherin."
Several cries of dismay were heard. "Those new broomsticks of theirs?" Vanessa Johnson blinked. "Oh my god."
"Now, now, you can't buy talent, although apparently you can buy your way onto a Quidditch team," Roger continued, rolling his eyes. "Now I don't want anyone to get too excited over this. As it's not officially part of the season, it won't be counted towards the Quidditch Cup. We're playing for nothing but pride." His eyes burned obsessively. "Which is a VERY BIG DEAL."
"Eh, steady on now," Malcolm began apprehensively.
"Malcolm, with all due respect, if you aren't as excited as I am over this, then you really shouldn't be in the same place as me," Roger said.
"You mean, he should be on the "outside" of the Azkaban Intensive Care Psychiatric Ward?" I quipped. Cho giggled. Really starting to like that girl.
Not in "that" way, you sick bastard.
"I mean," Roger was getting really worked up, "can you name one thing that makes you feel as mind-blown, as excited, as aroused, as invigorated, as intoxicated, as spun out as Quidditch?"
"Well, I do have something in mind," I began.
"All you women ever think about is chocolate!" Malcolm burst out.
"Chocolate?" Alessandro blinked.
"Well, I was thinking of something completely different," I smirked, "but now that you mention it, chocolate would go extraordinarily well with what I "originally" had in mind." Caught Luc staring at me and blushed. Alessandro sniggered.
Really, really need that thing that goes with chocolate...
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Author's Note Part Two: Okay, a bit on the short (and lame) side but I only had an hour or so to grind this up. Hopefully with lecturers willing, some more will be on the way soon.
Not willing in that way, you sick bastard ;-)
Disclaimer: Well, I once heard of this rock radio station in New Zealand who had twenty-seven complaints for swearing in one year, with twenty-six of those made by a reverend who listens to this station all day hoping to catch the DJs out. So my point is (and I do have one) is that some people really do care about these kinds of things. So I do not own Harry Potter and co. Happy now? (Reverend switches off computer and goes back to listening to the Rock).
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Entry Nine: Surrrrprissssssse!
The Ravenclaw Quidditch team gets a long overdue wake-up call.
3:58 PM, September 18th
Preceding twenty-eight hours have been hell.
Still fuming over Roger and Adrian completely ruining my chances with Luc Delacourt and making complete fool out of me in process. At time was paying most attention to two collaborators collapsing against each other and howling with laughter, but vaguely remember Cho Chang very, very sensibly prising my knife out of my fist.
Adrian has now taken to skipping around and chanting, "I've got girl germs, I've got girl germs."
If only it was trollpox...
4:12 PM
Now am very, very late to Quidditch practice. Roger's wrath is preferable alternative to arriving early and thus having to explain to Luc why have two boyfriends. Particularly one who is gay.
Perhaps Roger still in good mood from Fleur Delacourt mercy lay?
4:16 PM
Have been landed with job of collecting Bludgers after practice. Nope, mercy lay inflicted good mood apparently worn off.
"This is atrocious!" Roger roared at five bemused Ravenclaws and one closet Slytherin. "This is the second time a player has been late to my practices!"
"Eh, Davies?" Alessandro Bombardino hesitantly raised one hand. "If I may, it was Adani who arrived late both of those times."
"And you are not to single out one of your teammates," Roger turned on him. "We win as a team, we lose as a team. If one of us arrives late to practice or makes a crucial error in a game, we take responsibility as a team. You can't cop out when it suits you, Bombardino. Which is why I am adding an extra half-hour onto practice tonight. For everyone."
Malcolm Brocklehurst groaned. Several angry pairs of eyes harpooned me. Great, just great.
"Roger," Cho began, "I think the reason why Natalia arrived late to practice is that she may have been embarrassed yesterday when she was talking to Luc-"
"-Trying to seduce Luc-" Alessandro interjected sullenly. I kicked him.
"-and you and Adrian Pucey from Slytherin showed up and pretended to be her boyfriends."
"Oh, c'mon," Alessandro snorted. "Really, who would have fallen for that one?" Luc was looking down at his shoes. "I mean, Natalia can't even manage to find one boyfriend, let alone two." He wimpingly scooted along the bench he was sitting on before I could kick him a second time. Hufflepuff.
"Which is exactly my point, Cho," Roger said excitedly. "I was as responsible for Natalia being late today as she was. No one is "ever" singularly responsible for anything in a team situation. Remember that, plural responsibility!"
"Stark raving," Alessandro muttered. As much as I dislike him, is the one Ravenclaw other than Roger who is the slightest bit interesting.
"That's right, Bombardino, it's time to start playing," Roger said with the ecstatic disillusion that only the completely and thoroughly insane can manage. "With our first game next Friday, it's time we got our act together."
Six jaws collectively fell to the floor. "You're joking," Malcolm Brocklehurst breathed.
"I most certainly am not. This year to get everyone excited about the start of the Quidditch season, the school has decided to try something new. They will feature an opening game two weeks prior to the commencement of the season with the defending champions, that's us, playing this years favourites - who, incidentally, is everyone's least favourite house. No, not Gryffindor, Natalia. Slytherin."
Several cries of dismay were heard. "Those new broomsticks of theirs?" Vanessa Johnson blinked. "Oh my god."
"Now, now, you can't buy talent, although apparently you can buy your way onto a Quidditch team," Roger continued, rolling his eyes. "Now I don't want anyone to get too excited over this. As it's not officially part of the season, it won't be counted towards the Quidditch Cup. We're playing for nothing but pride." His eyes burned obsessively. "Which is a VERY BIG DEAL."
"Eh, steady on now," Malcolm began apprehensively.
"Malcolm, with all due respect, if you aren't as excited as I am over this, then you really shouldn't be in the same place as me," Roger said.
"You mean, he should be on the "outside" of the Azkaban Intensive Care Psychiatric Ward?" I quipped. Cho giggled. Really starting to like that girl.
Not in "that" way, you sick bastard.
"I mean," Roger was getting really worked up, "can you name one thing that makes you feel as mind-blown, as excited, as aroused, as invigorated, as intoxicated, as spun out as Quidditch?"
"Well, I do have something in mind," I began.
"All you women ever think about is chocolate!" Malcolm burst out.
"Chocolate?" Alessandro blinked.
"Well, I was thinking of something completely different," I smirked, "but now that you mention it, chocolate would go extraordinarily well with what I "originally" had in mind." Caught Luc staring at me and blushed. Alessandro sniggered.
Really, really need that thing that goes with chocolate...
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Author's Note Part Two: Okay, a bit on the short (and lame) side but I only had an hour or so to grind this up. Hopefully with lecturers willing, some more will be on the way soon.
Not willing in that way, you sick bastard ;-)