 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tag swallowed a dry swallow, pulling off his gloves carefully and cradling his broom in the crook of his elbow. That was a wicked game. It was the nastiest, wettest, slipperiest game in the history of all four of his years.
And they had lost.
Stupid arm! Stupid hand. . . stupid everything!. . . stupid bludgers and Hufflepuffs and wind and. . .
"Kemma!" he exclaimed, fixing the best smile he could muster on his face, "Kemma you were fantastic! You flew! You were amazing!" And dropping his Nimbus to the ground, Tag grabbed her with his left arm and hauled her off her feet, smacking her firmly on the cheek with his lips. He might feel like complete crap inside, but his best friend had played Quidditch for him, and he wanted to make sure she knew how wonderful she was.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |