Finnigan's RPG

Going through yesterday's mail this morning, I found an invitation to Gregory Goyle's birthday celebration. While I'm well aware that people change and mostly even for the better I cannot for the life of me figure out why I received such an invitation.

Did you have anything to do with that?

I haven't gotten a proper party invitation in ages! This is kind of exciting. I have nothing to wear, though. I RSVP'd before anyone could realise there'd been a mistake in inviting me. The idea of shopping for new robes, however, isn't quite as exciting. But it gives me an excuse to get out of b update my wardrobe. It needs it. I'm just not looking forward to the standing still while I'm fitted for robes that fit new robes.

[Warded to Susan]

(Thought I'd save your poor owl.)

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret


[End Ward]

[Warded private as strongly as Dean knows how]

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Really? I... really?

Oh God, Merlin, Circe, Godric and Satan's fluffy dice.

[End Ward]

Many many thanks to everyone who signed up to join me on my site visits! Tomorrow is the first, if you'd still like to join, meet me at the Fawley Foundation office on Monument, I have a portkey for all of us.

This is the first step in an incredible new chapter for the Foundation and for the all the families we help to support. I'm nervous but so excited, too.