Appleby Arrows Beater Daphne Quinn FIGHTS Holyhead Harpies Chaser Persephone Vitrac during highly exclusive celebrity-filled party!
Writes gossip correspondent Philomena Pest
Blame it on the moon, darling! That could be the motto and sentiment of the Appleby Arrows beater Daphne Quinn, who’s blistering lupophobic lash-out could reap dire consequences for the Euro’ Quidditch games. During a highly exclusive 10k-a-ticket party, popular Holyhead Harpies Chaser, Persephone Vitrac, found herself at the mercy of Quinn’s werewolf-focused abuse, remarking that the chaser had been ‘let in without her leash’ whilst looking as though she had ‘rolled out of the nearest gutter’. Scathing!
Adding salt to an already profusely bleeding wound, fellow Holyhead Harpies player, Captain and Seeker Kelsey Galloway, famously nicknamed Kelpie, intervened in an already grisly (but fabulously entertaining) fight by calling Quinn the ‘Appleby Village Bike’, suggesting that a bludger be rigged to personally attack the Beater, and adding that, come the full moon, she would feel the fullest might of her co-players transformation! And what a transformation it is thought to be, known by her fans as the Silver Wolf, ‘fleas’ and ‘fur’ – just some of the insults thrown at her by the abrasive and searing Quinn – are the least of her worries. I’d be more perturbed about poachers coming for her silver coat, darling! There’s a price on everything, nowadays.
Now, darling, feud’s are ten-a-penny. Whether you’re a butcher arguing with a meat-cleaver over a particularly coarse leg-of-lamb, a model disputing with a photographer over his peculiarly angled shots, or a medium sparring with a particularly vocal and antagonistic ghost, feuds, well, darling, they come and go. But there is something more than palatable about sport-feuds – they’re tantalizingly different than the average confrontation. The testosterone and adrenaline of two greatly admired witches going head to head feeds the masses, and stirs up an atmosphere so electrifying, it takes center stage.
DARLING! I can taste the anger in the air – its succulent, its sweet, and yet also bitter. Come get your fill, because it’s scrum-diddly-umptious. Mwah!