i’m not writing you a poem wtf.
describe my family. there’s my grandpa and my grandma. they both work in the crested cauldron corporation. yknow like. collapsible cauldron. yeah, invented it. they’re scottish.
my dad used to have an apothecary until we moved here. now he works at the company with my grandparents.
my mom was a magizoologist. she mostly worked with north american yetis. those things are fucking awesome, muggles calls them bigfoot. their feet aren’t even that big.
worst injury. quodpot match against salem. they had this shifter who was fucking kicking our asses, he had to have been fucking cheating with the way that he knew when the quod was going to explode. either way we were down 7 dudes and 11 points and this guy is going in for another score when suddenly he throws the quod to me. which means obviously it’s going to explode soon. so i throw it back to him, he throws it back to me and we’re going on this back and forth. i try flying up in front of the floodlamps to blind him. he throws it anyway but it misses me and explodes right as it hits the floodlamps. the glass from the lamps explodes and a pretty decent chunk of it got wedged in my face, right above my eye. ive broken bones and shit but having glass sticking out of your face is the fucking worst.
either way i didn’t catch it so the dude was still pulled out of the game. i had to be too, because of my injury but without that fuck we pulled ahead and of course won the game. it was fucking worth it.
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