I'm sorry, Oliver. I watched the game and I couldn't see you after I'll win no Katie shut up why can't I hide these stupid things I'll make sure we win. Or else Gwenog would be out on a killing spree.
Ok you got me. I’m NOT fine. Far from it, really. I AM FURIOUS. I AM LIVID. I spent seven hours in the bath fruitlessly trying to drown myself and my misery. Those INCOMPETENT FOOLS that call themselves referees need to be sent to Quidditch camp or, better yet, early retirement. I’d personally usher them to HELL AND BACK if they try to pull more questionable calls from their arses in the Final.
Gwenog is dire need of a good shag. She's brilliant, as a coach and everything, but all that negativity must stem from something deep inside her, and I daresay it’s her infertility.
Not trying to jinx you or anything, but I'm predicting an 80-point production from you. Would be brilliant if you top it, actually.
I should have known this. Seriously, Oliver, don't - CALM DOWN, okay? You're still the best Keeper the League has seen in years not to mention the most good-looking - Witch Weekly said that, not me and you have no reason to be furious. The rest of the team was off, that's all.
You know what you need? Butterbeer. And fish and chips. Seriously, Ollie, just, don't try to drown yourself anymore. If you want - I'll be at The Leaky Cauldron tomorrow, then we can head out to Muggle London for some Muggle food. I don't like seeing you this miserable.
Was that really a necessary comment? About Gwenog, I mean.
You're asking? Why are you asking? Oh. Yes. Er - I mean no. I'm not. Found him snogging another girl in an after party two weeks before. Wanted to punch the git in the face, but I didn't want to end up in the next gossip column of Witch Weekly.
And please, please, please do not even think about doing something stupid. I'm fine with the whole thing. Really. Actually no, I'm not, but that's not the point I didn't say I did not want to end up in Witch Weekly for nothing.
I knew it. DIDN'T I TELL YOU? That maggot is going to screw you over. I'm not at all shocked. In a way, I'm actually relieved that it's finished between you two.
And put your worries aside. I won't give that pathetic piece of moose dung the satisfaction.
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I'll see you in the after party.
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I'll see you, too. Don't hide yourself too much.
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Ok you got me. I’m NOT fine. Far from it, really. I AM FURIOUS. I AM LIVID. I spent seven hours in the bath fruitlessly trying to drown myself and my misery. Those INCOMPETENT FOOLS that call themselves referees need to be sent to Quidditch camp or, better yet, early retirement. I’d personally usher them to HELL AND BACK if they try to pull more questionable calls from their arses in the Final.
Gwenog is dire need of a good shag. She's brilliant, as a coach and everything, but all that negativity must stem from something deep inside her, and I daresay it’s her infertility.
Not trying to jinx you or anything, but I'm predicting an 80-point production from you. Would be brilliant if you top it, actually.
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You know what you need? Butterbeer. And fish and chips. Seriously, Ollie, just, don't try to drown yourself anymore. If you want - I'll be at The Leaky Cauldron tomorrow, then we can head out to Muggle London for some Muggle food. I don't like seeing you this miserable.
Was that really a necessary comment? About Gwenog, I mean.
I'll try. Actually, you know what? I will.
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And put your worries aside. I won't give that pathetic piece of moose dung the satisfaction.
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