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I was sick, I'm very sorry! But here it is at last. My stories will be updated too, I promise... Here it is. My first Quidditch game. More of a comedy on Parvati, really... Bit short, sorry. By the way, this is by Drusilla W.L.Tonks-Snape, if you're wondering.
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"Hello, fellow students, I, Parvati Patil, will be substituting because Lee Jordan is in the Hospital Wing (Another fight with Alicia).
And, ladies and gentlemen! Here comes the stunning Gryffindor team, dressed in their traditional red and gold uniforms! Harry looks so-
Uhm, anyway, they shake hands, blah, blah, blah, and oh, yeah, the Slime Slytherins, (Whatever, McGonagall,) come too, but they don't really matter.
Where was I? Oh, right! Hooch releases the Quintr er, what's it called again? Oh, well, the red thing- What, Professor? The Quaffle, right, she releases that, and the Blekaters, er, the Blunkies, into the air, and the Snitch, finally! Good luck, everyone! And especially Harry...
So they go up, into the air, on, ooh, that's a nice broom. The... Hold on, I can just read it with my binoculars...
Oh, he moved! Pfft. Moving. Such a bad strategy. He could've just taken that Q- erm, the Qua ... The red thingy from behind him, if he created a diversion, (Oh, yay! I used the word 'diversion' correctly!), he could've just moved a couple centimeters... Well, anyway, the game is going pretty boringly, wait a minute! Isn't that a foul? Professor, isn't that a foul?
Ah, I see. He's supposed to hit him with the Blunkie. Well, why didn't you do that three minutes (And forty-eight seconds, forty-nine...) ago when he had the stinking Quaffle? IDIOT! Doesn't even deserve to be on the bloody team!
What? Professor? No, I promise! I'll be good, I swear! No, oh, fine, I'll be nice... No, really! I'll be nice, no, I won't 'have as many insults as the amount of my make-up' really? Hey! That was rude, Professor McGonagall!
Back to the game, though, Harry, I'm sorry, you're cute and all, but the Snitch is right there! Great, now Draco's getting it! Letting Slytherin win... What's up with you, Harry? Oh, well, Draco pulled back for some reason, and uh, the Snitch is right in between the two hunks- Ah, players, and both refuse to get it! Outrageous!
Oh, my chanel sweater! As soon as the guys come to get the Snitch, it flies up in mid-air and they ram into each other! Wow, are you alright, Harry? That looked like a pretty hard fall! You're so brave for going into such a dangerous sport. oh, Harry...
Hey! Couldn't you block that? Aurgh! Horrible Keeper! Wasn't a great shot either, Warringson! Hey! You are sooo busy trying to fix your stupid bruised EGO that you missed that as well! You bloody IDIOT! I cannot bloody believe it, you bastard! First you bloody break up with Lav, then you bloody try out for bloody---- "
"I'm back! After an annoying lecture about self-control, and how I seem to lack it, I'm back! So, I see I didn't miss anything good! Watch out for that Blunkie! And after FOUR straight hours, ooh! The Snitch! Wow... They're racing, they're racing, get it, Hrry! Wow, come on, come one! And... What the bloody plaid! It's a bloody tie! What the you bloody ----"
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I was going to make Harry win so that Slytherin got the Cup for once, but I didn't want to put Draco through that. Take it away, Serena!
I was sick, I'm very sorry! But here it is at last. My stories will be updated too, I promise... Here it is. My first Quidditch game. More of a comedy on Parvati, really... Bit short, sorry. By the way, this is by Drusilla W.L.Tonks-Snape, if you're wondering.
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"Hello, fellow students, I, Parvati Patil, will be substituting because Lee Jordan is in the Hospital Wing (Another fight with Alicia).
And, ladies and gentlemen! Here comes the stunning Gryffindor team, dressed in their traditional red and gold uniforms! Harry looks so-
Uhm, anyway, they shake hands, blah, blah, blah, and oh, yeah, the Slime Slytherins, (Whatever, McGonagall,) come too, but they don't really matter.
Where was I? Oh, right! Hooch releases the Quintr er, what's it called again? Oh, well, the red thing- What, Professor? The Quaffle, right, she releases that, and the Blekaters, er, the Blunkies, into the air, and the Snitch, finally! Good luck, everyone! And especially Harry...
So they go up, into the air, on, ooh, that's a nice broom. The... Hold on, I can just read it with my binoculars...
Oh, he moved! Pfft. Moving. Such a bad strategy. He could've just taken that Q- erm, the Qua ... The red thingy from behind him, if he created a diversion, (Oh, yay! I used the word 'diversion' correctly!), he could've just moved a couple centimeters... Well, anyway, the game is going pretty boringly, wait a minute! Isn't that a foul? Professor, isn't that a foul?
Ah, I see. He's supposed to hit him with the Blunkie. Well, why didn't you do that three minutes (And forty-eight seconds, forty-nine...) ago when he had the stinking Quaffle? IDIOT! Doesn't even deserve to be on the bloody team!
What? Professor? No, I promise! I'll be good, I swear! No, oh, fine, I'll be nice... No, really! I'll be nice, no, I won't 'have as many insults as the amount of my make-up' really? Hey! That was rude, Professor McGonagall!
Back to the game, though, Harry, I'm sorry, you're cute and all, but the Snitch is right there! Great, now Draco's getting it! Letting Slytherin win... What's up with you, Harry? Oh, well, Draco pulled back for some reason, and uh, the Snitch is right in between the two hunks- Ah, players, and both refuse to get it! Outrageous!
Oh, my chanel sweater! As soon as the guys come to get the Snitch, it flies up in mid-air and they ram into each other! Wow, are you alright, Harry? That looked like a pretty hard fall! You're so brave for going into such a dangerous sport. oh, Harry...
Hey! Couldn't you block that? Aurgh! Horrible Keeper! Wasn't a great shot either, Warringson! Hey! You are sooo busy trying to fix your stupid bruised EGO that you missed that as well! You bloody IDIOT! I cannot bloody believe it, you bastard! First you bloody break up with Lav, then you bloody try out for bloody---- "
"I'm back! After an annoying lecture about self-control, and how I seem to lack it, I'm back! So, I see I didn't miss anything good! Watch out for that Blunkie! And after FOUR straight hours, ooh! The Snitch! Wow... They're racing, they're racing, get it, Hrry! Wow, come on, come one! And... What the bloody plaid! It's a bloody tie! What the you bloody ----"
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I was going to make Harry win so that Slytherin got the Cup for once, but I didn't want to put Draco through that. Take it away, Serena!