Ya know, I have to say that it's kind of fun being the 'black sheep' of the family. It's not everyday that a person not only manages to practically disinherit herself from her bore of a family, but to also get herself kicked out of the Quidditch league by a bunch of blubbering idiots who are 'too scared' to play on the same field. Well, that's my life in a nutshell. I'm twenty-three years old, single and used to be having the time of my life (note the past tense). Now I'm stuck at some godforsaken school teaching flying and coaching Quidditch to a bunch of snot-nosed kids. Just. My. Luck.

I figure that the world of Quidditch will one day grow up and realize that a sport that uses bats and metal balls is bound to be dangerous, and that there are going to be players (such as myself) who understand the necessity of unarming and potentially harming their opponents in order to get ahead. It's not my fault that those bludgers have a mind of their own and decided to hit the press box on numerous occasions (quite brilliant if you ask me though, blood-sucking losers) and a ref (or two or three). For now, though, I guess I'm stuck in this joke of a job. Fabulous.