Drabble 94: #57 Gape The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas.
Viktor was fuming as he gaped at the letter. They had denied him entry into the National Quidditch team! All his hard work of spending all night in the empty Quidditch pitch; catching the tiny golden ball which fluttered around, and for nothing. He sunk into his bed, a strange emotion overpowering him. It was envy. He was envious of all the great players out there. Those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, who could afford the best brooms and equipment. He had to work for his money, cutting grass or de-gnoming gardens.
Alas.
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