DISORDER JOURNALS

I've wanted to play Quidditch as long as I can remember. That's not news, I guess. If you've ever read one of my interviews, you'd know that.

If you ask my father, he'd probably joke that broom was my first word. It might not even be a joke. The walls of my bedroom were always covered in posters. All Puddlemere, of course, or the Scottish National Team. I never had eyes for anything else. I had big dreams, and no one could ever talk any sense into me otherwise. (I did at least sit a couple NEWTs, just in case this didn't work out. Convincing me to study was hard on my friends. Sorry about that.)

I remember the first time I got onto a broom. I don't think anything will compare to that feeling, save for maybe winning the World Cup one day. I felt free for the first time. I felt invincible. Untouchable. Like as long as I was up there, nothing could stop me and I could do anything, be anything. And that's not true, of course. But that feeling's gotten me through a lot. That sense of majesty, of awe. I still feel it every time I get on my broom, whether it's for a match or just for fun. I think a lot of us feel something special when we're up there. You'd have to, or you wouldn't do it at all.

I'm going to try to hold onto that feeling for as long as I can, because no one's ever guaranteed a tomorrow. All we've really got is right now.

GRACE JORDAN:

How are you holding up?

ROGER DAVIES:

Hey.

PERCY WEASLEY:

We need to talk about something.

Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Grace Jordan, Roger Davies:

Did anyone else listen to the Pitch yesterday?

Has this world lost its bloody m What are they going to d

If someone had told ten year old me about how brutal leg day would be, I might have picked a different career. If someone could come pick me up off the kitchen floor, that'd be brill.

PERCY WEASLEY:

Don't forget about tomorrow night.