Finnigan's RPG

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

This fall weather is so beautiful, but for some reason it always makes me real thoughtful, too. Makes me miss the Burrow, and Fred, Hogwarts.

I always miss Fred more in the fall, I don't know why.

So we lost this last week. Oh well. Win some and lose some. They played well.

I didn't see the Kestrels game but I was listening to it and Circe alive! I sure hope their seeker recovers soon.

I should have been more suspicious when I got home from work and Mum started giving me compliments.

[Warded to alums of Dumbledore's Army] -- Tomorrow's the first day of Hogwarts. We're all so busy these days, I think we should have a DA reunion to mark the beginning of the school year and to catch up. What do you say? Let's meet at the Roost Den tomorrow night. 7pm?

[Warded to Ginny]

Happy birthday! What are you doing for dinner? Can I treat you somewhere? I hope your day turns out marvelous!

Katie

How is it I'm less than two weeks into the practice season and I've all ready lost track of the day of the week? I woke up today thinking it was Saturday and last Friday I could swear it was already Monday. There isn't a potion for that, is there?

I've been trying out some new recipes. I wouldn't mind some taste-testers if anyone has some time. I promise it's nothing odd. No gross things mixed with other gross things.

An issue of the Quibbler is coming on Wednesday. If you would like a copy, let me know. I need to make a new updated list of customers.

Happy birthday, Harry!!

As I managed to buy birthday presents with several days to spare, I count that as a win for me.

A certain brother of mine kind of has magenta hair at the moment. But that is definitely his own fault.

[Warded Anonymously to Battlescars]

I'm still having nightmares, but a sleeping draught has helped a bit. In honor of all of us talking about 'peace' today... Well... I hope you all get some good sleep tonight.

This is what they want isn't it? It's the same thing they wanted Before. Fear. Cowering.

How is it that at 15 and 16 I was less afraid than I was these past weeks?

No More. I won't do it. Our parents - WE - didn't fight for freedom and our lives to just be... Scared. All the time. I'm going to the pub for lunch and some day drinking tomorrow, if anyone wants to join me. I think it's time.

I don't think I've slept for more than an hour since Tuesday and it's just physical exhaustion that makes me do that. I can't hardly get out of bed, but every time I close my eyes all I see is... Well, bad things.

Has anyone figured a way to cope, yet?

I'm in the mood to bake chocolate brownies but I don't want to eat them all myself. Anyone care to come over and help?

[Written before this.]


Hell is the only welcoming community for the damned, and even they don't care. Your close friends and family don't care. Why should the rest of the damned care? The only way to overcome the lack of community is by sheer dumb luck.

And the worst part of all? When you don't realise you need help, you don't realise you're screaming for someone to notice and care until after, But no one does. You realise later what it was, and you realise no one noticed. No one cared. Because there is no community for the damned.

[Private] I'm pretty sure I'm meeting Oliver Wood for flying tomorrow morning and I'm a wreck. Goodness. Jane won't stop laughing at me.

[Warded to Luna & Hermione] I'm pretty sure I'm meeting Oliver Wood for flying tomorrow morning and I'm a wreck. Goodness. Jane won't stop laughing at me.

[Warded to SEAMUS] OH MY GODS DEAR MERLIN, SEAMUS, PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S A WAY TO LIKE, CANCEL, A JOURNAL ENTRY OR SOMETHING.

I don't know if anyone was curious, but my date went nice. I think anyway. I mean it was okay. It was like hanging out with a friend though. A friend that I don't do magic around. It was harder than I thought, not filling the silence with talk about animals that they'd never heard of. I know that most people think I'm odd and see things that aren't there, but I feel like it would be worse with him.

I'm not sure how he feels though. He says he wants to call me, but I don't have a phone. So I have no idea what to do next.

[Warded to OLIVER]
Oliver Wood. I know it's quite late in the evening, and a Sunday holiday at that, but my summer 'holiday' is up soon and it's been too long since I've been on a broom. I was wondering if I might ask for some lessons. I had a little bit too much wine after dinner after my parents' and may be a bit tipsy and --

[Warded to HERMIONE & LUNA]
GIRLS. I MAY HAVE JUST TIPSY-JOURNALED OLIVER WOOD. JANE WON'T STOP LAUGHING AT ME. MAKE HER STOP LAUGHING.

So that I can start making plans now - who's going to Pride at Wingbeat, and which night(s) are you going to be there?