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Okay, you guys, I'm really sorry, but I have a confession - I think it's partly my fault that our team lost the Cup.
I mean, that sounds pretty pretentious of me, to take the blame for something huge like that, but, I mean, after all, for a good while right before the game, they thought I was Camilla Khoo! I, well, oh, my gosh, the resemblance never once occurred to me! I'm still kind of getting over the shock, I suppose, but I was treated like a queen. I mean, it's understandable, given the circumstances, but I still can't believe it - I was actually mistaken for a famous Quidditch player! Did anyone know that Camilla Khoo, by the way, is dating Aldrius Hallworth? Because I sure didn't... until, and I'm not making this up, I found this out the hard way, I can't believe this actually happened, I should just get on with the bloody sentence already... but, yes, under the impression that I was Camilla Khoo, international Quidditch star Aldrius Hallworth kissed me. Me, Su Li, piddly little 16-year-old Ravenclaw. Unbelievable, right? It blows my mind.
But anyway, you're probably thinking, "Su, you stupid bint, get to the point! What's this got to do with losing???" And I'm going to say, well, a lot. As I said, it was almost game time, and sometime in that lapse where they thought I was her, they went over strategy and that, so obviously she wasn't there to hear it, and [I feel like I'm letting my House down by admitting this] it was honestly all Greek to me. Obviously, though, this was not the time to go, 'Oh, sorry, but I'll have to duck out, I'm not really your team-mate, and you'll have to go hunt for her yourselves. Sorry I lied to you, by the way - I mean, after all, how could I give up the way you treated me like royalty? But anyhow, I'll just be going now, ta-ta~!' And then came the thing with Aldrius, and wouldn't you ruddy know it, right as he cut off, the REAL Camilla Khoo finally turned up!
So, er, she didn't catch all the strategies, and she joined the rest of the team, led by Aldrius, spent a good deal of the little time they had left unwisely - by practically inciting a lynch mob against me!
I told you all I had bad luck at Quidditch games!
I didn't even have the heart to tell Uncle Yong and Auntie Bao why I was flushed, dirty, out of breath, and nearly late for the match. In fact, I can't remember what I told them.
But, oh, is it good to be back home. As long as I don't, oh, end up in the Prophet [or Witch Weekly, more likely], then I should be fine. Anyone care to do something? I really need to drown all this wank in something fun.
Current mood:
distressed.
Oh, this'll be so much fun! I figured I'd just hook up with a few people and listen to the game over the Wireless, y'know, like normal people who aren't rich and don't win silly contests, but wouldn't you know it, my dear old Uncle Yong and Auntie Bao decided they're dragging me down there. Not that I mind, I mean, since I can watch the game and soak up the culture. Probably hunt for native wildlife on off-times or something, y'know? It's funny that he's taking me, though, since it sounds like a lot of people are going unchaperoned. Don't parents care anymore? Or are the kids just leaving those bits out? Anyway, I'll admit I'm a little nervous. I mean, yes, I love watching the games and cheering like mad, but I have notoriously bad luck once I'm actually near the pitch. Anyone remember in third year when the Quaffle went into the stands and I, er, caught it with my face? And we won't even bring up the time a bunch of us played an informal game over the summer and I was referee. But since this is so much bigger, and harder, and faster, and... well, you see where I'm going with this, don't you? And, oh dear, now I feel bad because Quidditch is all anyone's been talking about lately, and I feel like I'm alienating those who aren't interested. I'll put up another unrelated entry soon for you guys, I promise. Anyway, now that I've killed all your brains, I've gotta scuttle off to pack. Anyone, let me know if you'd like to get together before I leave! [And anyone going to the game, let me know if you'd like to meet up there!]
Current mood:
bouncy.