 A Poop * k8 *
Phillip thought his team was getting tired. COME ON GUYS! He clutched his bat tightly and spurted forward on his broom, on the tail of a Norway chaser. He growled and quickly swung at an incoming bludgering, aiming for the girl's back.
THEY NEEDED TO REPOSSESS THE DAMN QUAFFLE.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |