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[puckinyourmom]

Listen up, Slytherins.

I don't care if your parents are wizards or muggles or chimps or whatever. I care about the game next weekend, and I care about bringing it so hard Ravenclaw cries. On my team, we judge you on your badassness, not who your parents are. So you guys can either not be dicks or you can not play.

I want you on the pitch right after dinner.

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[nunganunga_k_o]

Right-o, that is the spirit. And I don't think Vati is a chimp, but I would not be surprised.

[puckinyourmom]

Either way, you'll kick ass.

Are you doing alright?

[Translation: I know being a muggle-raised Slytherin is hard, and I'll punch people if you want.]

[nunganunga_k_o]

[Hurr, Puck, she gets that implication.]

...Er, I'm the same as always. I really really really wish that prat hadn't gotten a journal. As if he's not enough of an arse without having to read his rubbish too.

[puckinyourmom]

I took a dump on his bed. It should shut him up for as long as he takes to clean it. I don't know how good he is at Charms.

[nunganunga_k_o]

I heard alllll about the having-a-bit-of-a-poo-on-his-bed escapade. If anyone deserves to have their bed turned into a lavatory, it is him.

[puckinyourmom]

Next time I'm inviting everyone.

[nunganunga_k_o]

Only if I can put a bubble-head charm on, I have smelt enough poo from Libby, I can tell you that for free.

[puckinyourmom]

Sure you can.

[nunganunga_k_o]

What did he do when he saw it?

[puckinyourmom]

I dunno, it was during practice. He probably shat himself and made it even worse.