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Bugger, bugger bugger I need to relax and get some rest ready for the big game. I'm so wired I just can't sleep. Baddock will kill me if I don't perform well tomorrow, or worse still throw me off the team. I can't afford to mess this up, I just can't.
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Big match is imminent then. I'm not going to make petty comments or silly drawings (yes I'm looking at you Louis Weasley) I'm simply going to say with confidence may the best team win.

[private to Slyths]
Here's to thrashing them tomorrow, because it's nothing more than they deserve, particularly with the way they've been acting lately. If I was them I would have spent less time gossiping and pissing about with the shampoo in the prefects bathroom, and actually focused on getting ready for the game, but thankfully I'm not them. Idiots.

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