October 1, 1977 - A fine Sunday [Against all Professors]
Right so....I had a sit down with Sprout today. She apparently thinks that I need more academic extra curriculars. Quidditch isn't enough, it's my final year, blahblahblah. You know, I told the woman last year I didn't want or need academic bullshite. And it's not like I'd be a good tutor you know? If you're too stupid to get it yourself - there's no way I'm going to be able to help you out. Just give up and find something else to do - or at least learn to fake it, yeah?
In other news - for those of you who live under a bloody rock the Catapults won their match against the Kestrels yesterday. No fucking surprise there! Kestrels are a joke! They're just as bad as the Tornadoes and Cannons. Pusses all of 'em! Caerphilly is going all the way this year ... I've already got lots on it. Speaking of---
Who's hosting the quidditch bids on the house games this year? I used to do Darius Ratner's pools - but now that he's gone I'm looking for another bookie sort. The Gryffindor vs Slytherin match is in a few weeks you know....
[Ward to Mafalda Hopkirk]
Oy, just to let you know, I've got your stuff on the way. It'll be about 3 galleons per bottle.