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[chaser_smith]

I got my "permission slip" for the Hogsmeade weekend this morning; my father sent it by owl. Why we still need our parents' permission as seventh years is beyond me, but whatever. He'd attached another piece of parchment with the owl, and it's the first time he's sent me anything while I've been at school in quite some time. Dad didn't talk about

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[chaser_ali]

Ah Mr Smith, long time no kicking your arse in Qudditch.

[chaser_smith]

Well, I always did love a little bit of competition. And by no means did you kick my arse. Merely setbacks, nothing more.

Always good to hear from a player good enough to make the pros.

[chaser_ali]

Was there ever any doubt? Trust me, playing Quidditch all day is fucking brilliant! If it's what you love you would have to be a bloody nutcase not to go after it.

Come along when you get out from the prison, I'm sure I could manage you some good seats. And then you can see how a real player looks.

[chaser_smith]

Pro Quidditch is one of my options after graduation, so I'd be able to kick your arse once again, my dear Miss Spinnet.

And I am never one to turn down Quidditch tickets, although I'm quite sure I know how a real player looks, thank you.

[paige_winters]

I have my permission slip too. Wow your father sounds a little heartless. It sounds like only reason why he wants you alive is for you work for him at the restaurant. Well If it helps I don't want you to die at Hogmeade trip in general because don't need you work. Heh

I'll make sure you turn it in.

[chaser_smith]

He has his priorities mixed up is all. Nothing unusual there, love.

Good. Someone has to be my memory.

[paige_winters]

I'm glad to be your memory and I don't mind it.

[chaser_smith]

Don't know what I'd do without you, love.