Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
“What’s a bludger?” Gekko asked, sipping his orange juice.
Harry raised his eyebrows. “It’s a flying black ball that knocks Quidditch players off their brooms.”
Gekko frowned. “Is that the perverse magical way of telling people you’re gay?”
Harry choked on his noodles. “Qu-Quidditch is a sport, you play it on broomsticks and it has nothing to do with sex!” He spluttered.
The boy raised both his brows up in disbelief. “You’re telling me wizards play a sport that involves flying broomsticks and chasing after balls and it isn’t a sexual innuendo?”
Harry shrugged uncomfortably, wishing Gekko would leave him and his spaghetti in peace. “It’s a fun game…back at Hogwarts I played seeker for my house team.”
“Hmm, maybe that explains why you’re partial to that ponytail of yours…”
Anonymity, Chapter 11
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