Well, we lost at Quidditch...again. At least it wasn't one of the bloody Gryffindors who caught the snitch, so we won't have to hear about it again and again and again in the Great Hall from now until the end of term.
To add insult to injury, when we were coming off the pitch, I tripped over the edge of my robe (I'm not a natural player, so I had to borrow Michael's robes, and he is a wee smidge taller than I am) and fell on the grass. Bruised shin to go with the bruised ego...charming.
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