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[Forward dated after Quidditch game]

[Guess who's absolutely pumped from that game and absolutely going to rub it in everyone's face that called them polite boring. Why yes, yes that would be her. Thus her writing is going to be very scribbled and very hasty, making it a biiiit hard to read.]

YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE WON. Who's "polite boring" now, huh? I'd say we were all pretty vicious out there and deserved each and every single point and move we did, whether you think we did or not. I congratulate the rest of my team on being absolutely amazing ~~except Vald, you're still a total ass~~ and doing their best out there!

Also, Graham. You better hope I don't find you for that crack you made, you won't be walking for a MONTH after I'm done with you.

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But I am speaking the truth! The truth as I see it, which is the only truth I'll ever be able to personally experience, and therefore the purest truth!! If you and he aren't a thing, why get so starey over the whole mistletoe business?

There's... there's a reason, but it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact it was him, okay? He's nothing but a friend. A really obnoxious, anal-retentive, manipulative asshole, psychological nutbag of a friend.

Excuse you.

You saw what I wrote and it's absolutely all true. Deal with it.

I'm going to wait for you to calm down. You are out of your mind after all of your games.

Do leeches suck the adrenaline from a person? Hmm.

If you bring leeches anywhere near me I will stick them on your dick, Roderich. I swear to everything good in this world.

How crass. You know I wouldn't go near them myself. Hypothetical.

You at least need a sedative.

You act like I care.

I DO NOT NEED A SEDATIVE. [Yes, yes she does.]

I am going to write your parents if this gives me nightmares, and I am going to send them a howler if you actually do bring leeches near me.

How on earth did they manage to keep the little Horntail tame in the house? Black magic, surely. Quidditch turns you into a monster. I am going to wait for you to calm down and speak like a proper girl and we can discuss this rationally. My being anal retentive and manipulative, I mean; not the leeches.

... You really think my parents would be at all surprised by that? Roderich, you've seen my parents. And why would I touch leeches, myself? Come on.

[What. What did he just call her.]

Did you just call me what I think you just called me. Did you really just call me that? [Ignoring the rest of it in favor of that.]

And here I thought you loved animals.

Been around them before, actually. I'm nothing like them, though. [... No, Eliza, you really kind of are exactly like them.]

I shall trust your expertise, ~~Horntail~~

~~Stop calling me that, you pompous egotistical piece of shit.~~ You better.

Well well then, let me do some hard thinking here, let me work to some logical conclusions! SO: in that whole mistletoe thing, I had to lay a smooch on that guy's suspiciously girly lips. You say you have a reason for ogling that event like a hungry dog eyin' the only bone it's seen in MONTHS! But you say it's not 'cause of fancypants.

That just leaves me.

My my my how flattering how flattering indeed. And I don't even know you all that well! Though I CAN say that a strong and vibrant desire to want to beat people into bloody miserable pulps is one of - if not THE - finest qualities to have in a person!!

[She is going to set you on fire so hardcore, Graham. Oh my god.]

It has nothing to do with you, either.

[Nnngh, how does she do this, maybe just strikes will work, it's not like no one else has figured it out.]

~~It has to do with the gender thing, that's all. Not who.~~

[Hoho, too bad, Elizaveta. You need more charms than that!]

"Gender thing"?? What does that mean? Is that even English?! What the hell kinda 'gender thing' makes someone stare at two guys solving a problem with their lips (and a little tongue)?

Unless... oh, is this one of those stuffy churchy things I hear people talk about?

[... This is a lost cause, isn't it?]

No. It is English! Look, it's just... some people like certain things for certain... reasons. That's... that's what I mean.

God! For all the guff people give ME for not talking sense - when all I do is speak all the sensical things that pop into my head at any given time - I sure run into it a lot ELSEWHERE! If only OTHER PEOPLE would have that same decency to speak a little -

[Then the light bulb goes off in his head.]

Ahhh I see I see, I think the clouds have parted and the sun has come out and I finally SEE! I think I get what you're talkin' about.

... Do you, now? [She sincerely, sincerely doubts that he does, but may as well make sure.]

Do tell me what you think I'm saying, just to make sure you don't have it all wrong again, you filthy little Gryff.

Your snippy words are noted, but have no effect on me!

Anyway, as you requested: it's when you like something, really really like something, something other people might not appreciate or even understand even though in your own head you can't even BEGIN to think of living in a world where you DON'T like that thing!

Let's take me for example because I'm an open kinda guy, I got no problems talking about this kinda stuff. If someone had the power to peek into my head at any given time and sort through all the thoughts that I have at once, to untangle the big knot that's constantly working itself tighter and tighter and TIGHTER in my skull, then odds are they'd see me thinking about one thing: breaking things. Because, God, do I love it! I love how shattering glass catches the light at every angle! I love the groaning sound of metal as it bends under tremendous pressure! And most of all I LOVE the feel of a fist against a jaw, and hearing that wonderful crack, and not knowing if it's the bones in your hand or the jaw of whoever you're hitting because both are so GREAT!!

And when I think about stuff like that, well, it's all very nice.

[That was a bit strange of a comparison, but she has to admit that that's pretty much exactly how she feels on the whole scenario.]

... Think you got it in one. Even if your comparison is a little, uh, concerning to most of the people around here, I'm sure. Though I do have to agree to an extent, there is quite a lovely feeling of just getting all of that anger and tension out by punching something. Whether it is another person or inanimate object, the feeling of something giving way underneath your force.

Mm. Maybe you aren't as bad as I first thought.

Concern! It's that same damn 'concern' that got me kicked off the Gryffindor Quidditch team for one little brawl at the Quidditch World Cup! You're one of the first people to come close to understanding the joy that is an exhilarating fight between people who give it their all and throw EVERY LITTLE BIT of themselves into that heart-pounding, blood-pumping moment!

It's not like brawls are uncommon at the World Cup, anyway. At least not in what I've read and seen, it just kind of makes sense when you get a bunch of people truly excited for their teams in one big place.

[A bit of a pause in her writing, leaving an inkblot.]

Heh, you saw how I was acting in my playing. I could not give a damn less if I cause a fight, whether it's with the other team or with my own teammates, that disgusting Romanian deserved every last blow he got. He'll be nursing a lot of other broken things if I get my way, you know. Idiot.

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