seven. damn you dolores!

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VII. DAMN YOU DOLORES!
Oh how you wound me!

 DAMN YOU DOLORES!Oh how you wound me!

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TUESDAY MORNING. Three days after the quidditch trials, a.k.a results day. Last nights adventure had served as a good distraction for the upcoming outcome of Eleanor's performance, but it didn't take away from the nervous energy that pooled her stomach when she woke up.

Had she done enough? What the fuck would she do if she didn't get in? Quidditch was something Eleanor was good at, and it wasn't often she found something she both liked and was good at. The only thing Eleanor ever had a talent in was art, and even then it was more of a pastime than something people considered a talent.

Deciding not to dwell on the issue anymore, Eleanor stood up the bed she was currently rotting in and started getting ready. Shoving her jumper over her head, Eleanor walked out of her dorm and down the stairs towards the common room. She took a note of the few students sat the arm chairs near the fire before her eyes locked on to the bulletin and she gravitated towards it.

'QUIDDITCH RESULTS' was written largely on a piece of yellow paper in the middle of the board. Eleanor's hand reached out as she skimmed over the players selected;

Beaters : Fred Weasley
George Weasley

Chasers : Angelina Johnston
Katie Bell
Eleanor Jones-

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