I hate playing pick-up games of Quidditch with Susan. That girl is highly mental when she gets on a broomstick. I mean, I adore the girl, but she's insane. It's a pick-up game. Not the Quidditch World Cup. Not even a House match. Which means she should probably not try to (and succeed in) knocking me off of my broom. Because now I have a
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