For The Love of Quidditch by Elliot-Bell, literature
Literature
For The Love of Quidditch
The scorching sun emblazoned an imprint on Charlies back. He immediately swished his chaotic hair back and a ringing of giggles followed afterwards. Lately, a group of new interns studying dragons pursued Charlie everywhere he went. It didnt help that he was shirtless and revealing his velvety tanned skin. He groaned, such girls annoyed the daylights out of him, always sniggering on his every step. He glanced over at his watch, which read 5:57, meaning three more minutes until he would take the dragons into their caves and his job would be done for the day.
As soon as he was finished, he quickly apparated to his dimin