Finnigan's RPG

So the thing you discover when you become a pro quidditch player is that your working week works a little differently that most people. Sure you still get the Monday morning thing, because training after a day or so off always hurts a little bit more, but all the work people see is concentrated at the end of a week. Most people are gearing up for relaxation time come Friday morning. If you're lucky and have a Thursday match you might be too, but if not then you're gearing up to work your hardest and won't get to do it again if you slide sideways on the tricky bit.

But that means come Saturday when the matches finish you have a lot of pros who want to wind down for the weekend just as much as everyone else.

Basically that's a load of horseshit to say I'm out dancing tonight and I'm very much up for people joining me.

Ignore the cold (or magically warm your pants (for Circe's sake don't overdo it there is a reason for that phrase and I have a feeling it's magical)).

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

We lost this week but at least it was level pegging right up until the snitch was caught. Not abysmal.

I've done some dancing away my disappointment and I'm on to gearing up for the Bats next week.

Congrats, Katie.

[Warded to Alicia, Angelina, and Oliver]

If you hadn't heard the shouts of excitement (which is entirely possible), I got the job with Falmouth! I start Monday!

Katie

Lets play a game. I'll start a story with three words. You add to it with three more words. And so on and so on... Until someone finishes it or it gets boring.

There once lived....

My mother passed away this afternoon. Any correspondence for myself should be directed to Flint Manor for the next few weeks.

( Warded to Roger )

( Warded to Bryony )

Both wards are poorly cast and easily broken by anyone.

All of this sunshine might mean I don't want to ride my bike without some serious magical intervention clothes-wise, but it makes for absolutely gorgeous photos. (Seriously, bike leathers and the beating sun are a TERRIBLE combo. I sweat like a pig and get dehydrated.)

I went to an event Mama was catering last night and got some great shots of the gardens of the house (and free cheesecake!).

If anyone wants photos of events or whatever I actually take photos semi-pro by the way. You know, because being a professional quidditch player doesn't keep me busy enough! I have a portfolio thing if you want to see.

I've been making friends with the stars on this side of the planet again. Well, lying looking up at them and taking photos.

My Northern Hemisphere astronomy got surprisingly rusty. I should have taken the time more often when I visited.

Also I forgot to take the right camera lens to get decent photos because I'm an idiot. And they don't transfigure well unless you REALLY know your stuff.

Next time I'm going further from water. There were enough midges to paper a whole field of cowshit. Or something. I'll just be going to bed before my brain decides to wake up again.

I'd forgotten how fucking far this city goes for and how many people there are.

How far out do you reckon I need to get before I can take my bike up? Motorbike. Flying. Obviously I don't want to get spotted. Yes it's got all the required spells up to date before any bugger asks.

Well hello, Britain. I am returned, and now I've been to the pub and been provided with this thing.

Actually I'm still there right now. I have food, and a list of activities I can sign up to. It's all flipping awesome.

What I don't have already is somewhere to live. I am in a hotel which is nice, but I need to find a place.

Also I have seen two matches in two days! Gotta keep an eye on the competition! And tonight I've got to go cheer on my new team. For those who don't know I'm joining Appleby Arrows when the new season starts up. I've just come back from New Zealand where I've been playing for the Moutohora Macaws. My stuff has mostly arrived.

My bike apparently requires special transport and it arrives on Monday. As does Smudge.

Who wants to catch up?

[Warded to Ali]

Sorry I've not been to see you and my favourite niblings yet, but between delays, matches and portkey-lag I've been wiped out.

Soon, yes?