Finnigan's RPG

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

[Accidentally left unwarded]

Sometimes I think I'm becoming one of those people who complain that their bed feels too big when they sleep alone.

Hello darlings!

So, as some of you might be aware I'm buying a house. Or rather, as of this morning, have bought a house.

( Spellotaped to the journal page )

Because happy birthday to me? Anyway, this is just a vague question of who would be interested in attending a house warming party once I moved in?

[Warded and Runed to the friends of the writer]
So, who's up for helping me move in?

[Warded and Runed to Dean and Seamus]
So Eddie and I are history, what's a girl need to do to get a bit of hugging?

[Warded to Pandora]
I find myself in need of some extension charms?

I hope everyone has a brilliant Hallowe'en, and a safe one! Remember us poor healers and don't get yourselves sick on chocolate and alcohol and what not, we need a break too you know!

[Private to Zacharias Smith]

Happy Birthday mate! Are you going to hole yourself up at home tonight or are you going to go out and do something fun? Because if it's the former, I'll be forced to drag you out sometime next week as a late birthday present.

All right, everyone, I need desperate assistance. What in the bloody hell am I going to dress as for Hallowe'en? I haven't a clue and am definitely up for suggestions.

I'd love to thank Alicia and the Fawley Foundation for a fabulous night Saturday. I had a lot of fun, and I'm glad that the foundation raised so much money. It's a wonderful cause that we should all support.

And of course yours truly won a 'date' with the most eligible war hero in Great Britain - not too shabby for twenty galleons!

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I'd also like to remind everyone that it's the fall, which can be a very triggering time for many people. Don't forget to take care of yourself, eat well and excercise, take time for yourself on a regular basis, and watch for sources of stress. When in doubt, consult with your local healer.

[Private to Harry]
I swear I tried to switch dates but couldn't find any takers! It seems like it's you and me and a boring museum. I promise I'll try to make it fun - there must be lots of exhibits to take the piss out of, right?

So, I'm back in London less than a week and I find myself at a bar called Finnigans's. Nice enough place, too much meat on the menu if you ask me, but the bartenders were all very good at topping off my glass when I wanted them to, so there's that.

And the server hands me a journal and says it's something to do with the new community here. Seeing as my office will be in the neighborhood, they wanted me to have one, but I don't have any clue what to do with it.

So I guess I'm saying - any Hufflepuffs out there looking for a reunion? Otherwise, I don't quite know what this is for.

Oh yeah, hey Badgers, I'm back in the UK. I know it's been a long time, but I'm sure some of you haven't forgotten my rakish good looks and somewhat difficult-to-understand charm.

Why don't I have a scantily-clad hot young man to bring me tea and biscuits when I'm hungover? Broad shoulders and a tan would be a bonus.

On a related note, my boss is great and Wingbeat on Friday nights is the BEST. I haven't danced that much in AGES and now I think I need a pedicure to recover.

Thanks to Hannah, I may not be able to walk for a week, so if anyone notices one less healer in Janus Thickey, it's her fault. But if I die, it will be happily fed.

Why does a four-day week feel as long as a five-day, sometimes longer? I've never quite figured out the time mechanics of that.

Intelligent rats sound good, until you remember that their intelligence means they can understand things like family and children, that they can feel love and grief and that they have the wits to know how to use their fabric bedding to hang themselves.

If I'd kept a better eye on them this wouldn't have happened