InsaneJournal

Journal: Roger Davies
It has come to my attention that I've been out of action for a little while. Apparently I haven't been able to escape family obligations - mum couldn't escape and decided that if she was being pulled in then so was I - and have been suddenly surrounded by my deeply eccentric Graeco-Celtic family. Which I actually don't mind too much. My grandmother is already trying to set me up with several totally boring and ridiculously rich young men and women.

But, more importantly! The real question is who's going to buy me at the charity auction?

[Warded to Finbar]
Finbar you dirty slattern, you're in my city and yet I've received none of your dirty Irish loving, what's up with that?

[Warded to Cho, Melinda, Marietta, and Ben]
Cuddles? Soon? Please?

[Warded to Ernie Macmillan]
So did you still want to know which strapping young Quidditch player you shagged for about an hour in a cupboard? Bonus information: you have a thing that you do with your hips that can nearly reduce a man to tears. Also you said "let me puff on your huffle."