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    There are 4 Food Fair teams! Teams Cauldron Cakes, Pumpkin Pasties, Skiving Snackboxes, and Treacle Tarts!

    Each team have created their very own team's anthem! Please answer this survey and vote for your favourite entry by November 10. You may not vote for your own team.

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    A artist/author guessing poll will be posted on November 12. The top 3 correct guesses will earn their team points!

    At the end of the Fair, the best Team will win the Cup! The player(s) with the most points in each team will also win an award!

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    10 Mar 2026

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    “What is there to talk about?”

    “What’s there to talk about?!” Hollander scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re playing for my fucking team!”

    “I know.”

    “Why did you have to go and get traded?! You realise we’re going to have to see each other every day from now on, and play together, and-”

    “Yes,” Ilya interrupted. He didn’t want to know how long Hollander’s list was. “I know.”

    Hollander took a deep breath. “Okay, listen,” he said. “Just so we’re clear - we don’t know each other outside of playing against each other, right?”

    “Right.”

    “And we can’t- can’t hook up anymore.”

    ~

    OR: Ilya gets traded to Montreal in October 2014. He's lonely, and angry, and he misses Boston. He doesn't know if it helps that Hollander is there or not.

    title from Buckle by Florence and the Machine

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    09 Mar 2026

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    What if the hit Shane takes on the ice ends in something far more serious than just broken collarbone and Shane high as a kite? What if his heart stopped and in the heat of the moment, Ilya outed them as "boyfriends" in front of the whole arena? And what if Shane falls into a coma?

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    Ilya wants to scream. To claw his way down the hallway. To grab the nearest doctor by the collar and shake answers out of them. To punch a wall until his knuckles break. To rip out his own heart and shove it into Shane’s chest:

    Here. Use mine. Mine seems determined to keep beating through this, might as well make itself useful.

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    The call comes at 4:17 in the afternoon.

    Shane remembers that detail later because it feels obscene that something capable of splitting a life in half could happen at 4:17 pm on a random Tuesday. It isn’t a dramatic time. It isn’t midnight. It isn’t even dawn. It’s an hour usually reserved for emails and reheated coffee and midday practice. It fits neatly into a calendar square. It looks harmless.

    Up until 4:16, the day is aggressively mundane.

    (or, the centaurs' bus crashes and shane has to sit with the idea of losing everything)

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