Otto
Yeah. The first story's basically accurate. I swear, there's a bounty out for my head.
And now I've got to worry about the bloody match tomorrow on top of all this. The bloke that came after me's a Gryffindor beater. If he can't contain himself in a crowded corridor, how the hell is he going to contain himself when we're on the pitch and he's got a beater's bat in his hand and two rambunctious bludgers on his side?
I just want to get out of here. I don't care anymore. Is there any way that I can take my NEWTs early and be done with it?
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