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[cantfightthisfire]

Blah blah blah yeah everyone's already covered everything about this Snow guy. He's a sack of shit, etc.

I'm still pissed off that I got put on the fucking Quidditch team. I mean seriously, what the hell? I don't have time to play Quidditch. It's so stupid!

And it's not going to calm me down or whatever like they said it will. The idea is just pissing me off even more.

What's it take to get kicked off the team?

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[heartwrenching]

In my personal experience, it takes beating around fifteen people with a table leg and then using your own bloodied, bruised-knuckle fists once said table leg splinters and cracks and crumbles asunder from overuse. In a public, family-friendly sporting event, of course - setting is important, you can't do this kind of stuff in a VOID. I mean, geez, how would that even work!? And oh yeah, then getting tossed under the all-seeing, all-scowling, all-beady little accusatory eyes of the Wizengamot for your hard work!!

Perhaps there are other means to find oneself so sadly, sadly, sadly cast out of a Quidditch team, but the above applies to me at least.

[cantfightthisfire]

[Inkblots.

Her true love, she's found him.

Only not really, but daaaamn.]

I'll be back, I'm going to find a table so I can saw off its leg.

[heartwrenching]

Saws!! It's all back and forth and back and forth and backandforthandbackandforth!! Which, yes, sounds very appealing, but it just doesn't have the same - what is it? atmosphere - as ripping a table leg off with your own hands.

What's got me all curious, what's set my brain aflame with a thousand stampeding question marks and general lack of understanding, is why you'd wanna get off the Quidditch team on purpose.