Jei

..I hate it down here.....

There is NOTHING WRONG with my arm. That bludger didn't hurt!


[[Private]]

Even if it hadn't happened, there would have been no difference. The Snitch is worth too much. I want to get out of here.

[[/private]]


*rubs his shoulder, which hurts quite a bit; has a fleeting feeling it might have gone better if the team had, oh, bothered to practice together some more before playing, but.... getting them together would clearly be like herding cats*

*shoves a note deep into his bookbag, bolting out of his common-room chair with his nose in his journal; then slams it shut and races for the stairs to his dorm*

*in a minute or two he'll be bolting down the stairs, muffled up in a sweater and scarf and extra socks, but first he takes the time to scribble down a quick note....*


[[Filtered to Tayuya, hackable by his friends]]

..They put me on the team!

Heh.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I shall be out on the Quidditch pitch. It can't be dark out yet....

[[/private]]