Tuesday, 10 April 2001

I will die tomorrow

Quidditch is tomorrow so once again I will be soaring through the sky upon my broomstick at high speeds trying to catch a magical ball which seems (although I am still not sure about this) to have a life all of it's own; a life it seems intent on spending trying to kill me. Quidditch is a dangerous game which I wish I hadn't become a part of.

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