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The Yellow Ones Don't Stop
This was it. I was officially signed and about to have my first meeting with Ragmar Dorkins—the manager—and the rest of the team as the new seeker for The Chudley Cannons, a team which used to have an impressive winning streak before things went downhill around 1972.
An Interview To Remember
Oliver covered his mouth with his hand, attempting to stifle his laughs while Marcus and Roger continued to argue over Roger’s stupidity. I leaned back against the plush couch and allowed a smile to spread over my face. It seemed the four of us were getting along a lot better than I’d originally expected—well, Oliver at least hadn’t slugged Marcus yet.
The Way I Are
Roger left me standing alone and I shivered as I was over-taken by a mini epiphany: I liked Katie. My old chaser, Katie Bell. I liked Katie Bell.
Roger's Good Deed
I paused. 'Ok, Roger ol' boy, stay cool. She's obviously an animal lover which means she likes men who like animals too. So take the rat!' I gave her a small smile and outstretched my arms, taking the small dog.
Where Zen Ends, Butt Kicking Begins
I began to inquire as to why Oliver was being such a wuss but the doors in front of us swung open dramatically, sunlight pouring in and Oliver’s face becoming even paler than during the final match our seventh year. The once dull roar exploded and the open doors shook lightly. Oliver swallowed one last time before glancing back at the rest of us and heading out.
My eyes opened and the entire room was spinning, bright white lights shining and shapes moving slowly but with blurred edges. I closed my eyes again, before collapsing onto my chest, my heartbeat too loud for my ears. I fainted.
Messes and Extendable Ears
“We can go in now, right?” “Yeah,” I said before looking back at Fred and George who had both moved forward, “Yeah, let’s go.” Roger, Fred, George and I all entered the small hospital room and saw Oliver and Marcus both sitting on their respective beds, facing in opposite directions. Both were fully dressed but they both seemed to be contemplating something. Oliver looked dazed and morbid and Marcus looked, well, pissed.
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