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The Bad Girls
“Lame come-back, Wood,” I snickered, “Off to make love to your broom?”
The First Practice
I wasn’t going to let Oliver Wood make my life a living hell with all of these quidditch practices. Oh no, I was going to get him back for this, even though he was right in saying that he didn’t sign up for this. But even still, the fact that he was a quaffle loving, broom shagging prick was enough reason to bring some real pain into his life. The kind of suffering I was going to have to endure at practices with him.
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