Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Rhea mentally recorded all he said. So the room did exist and he had been there. She grinned, first thing tomorrow she would go looking for this room of requirements and have her own personal hide out.
"Oh did I tell you...I made the quidditch team.." she frowned, then looked up at him sullenly.
"Well the reserves, which kinda sucks, but oh well. At least I'll have some sort of quidditch this year."
Her thoughts then strayed back to all the tryouts that she had been to and she groaned miserably.
"I sucked at tryouts..."
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