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If he'd meant it for the best he would have adressed us personally, and not via some mass owl to be shared with everybody. This is why he'd make a rubbish quidditch captain, you see, he's too impersonal. Too haughty ( Read more... )

I did. In fact I've been spending the last two days meditating on how I should inform him to shove what where, and how hard. Do you have any ideas?

ZS

PS: Decent. Yours?

I must be crazy.

Fine. See you in ten.

ZS

Well, that depends.

What exactly did you have in mind?

ZS

No, really? I'd forgotten all about it! Thank you for reminding me! Now if you've quite finished rubbing my nose in it, I have to go pour lemon juice on a paper cut ( Read more... )

Sor What about the Quidditch cup?

Of course you did. I was only one of Cedric's closest friends, after all. You remember him, right? Ced-ric. Tall bloke, seeker, good-looking,    dead.

What the hell are you on about. Vengeance? For what?

ZS

Cho Chang -

Go to hell.

- Zacharias Smith