Finnigan's RPG

This is my smug face.

I'm glad we made the top of the table.

I am not glad that getting to the top of the table included a bludger stuck in a loop around me for what felt like ages. It was like foutté turn nightmares, but on a broomstick.

There may be whisky in my system right now.

Sleep.

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

Well, that went roughly as expected. Third place. Game in hand. A real challenge next week from the Arrows.

[In Welsh]
Bought a ticket to see JoJo after all. I won't wait at stage door though. No letting her know I'm going. Just enjoy the lure of her talent. It was always my downfall. That and the amazing cleavage.

You cannot tell very much about a person by appearance.

You cannot tell if the woman you're trying to pickpocket is able to defend herself.

You cannot tell if she can lamp you.

You cannot tell if she literally hits things for a living.

It might be more obvious in the summer when arms are bare, but not necessarily.

You cannot tell if the person walking behind you will be that woman instead and leap to the defence of someone she doesn't know.

You could stop the dick move of stealing from people, but that seems unlikely. Instead expect to be punched now and then. It only seems fair.

Well that was a decent start to the season. Given we were playing Wasps the margins could have been bigger but we won which is the main thing.

Hope everyone is enjoying opening weekend.

[Warded Private]

Ah fuck. I might be starting to get too fucking old for this. At least when I have a dance show Thursday, Friday, Saturday. They had to change the matinee around as it was because I couldn't be there.

My muscles are all killing me and the sports massage just didn't quite cut it when I had to go warm up again for a whole different type of exercise. The show is going to be painful. At least this is the last one. And I lack suspicious bruises which is always good. If only because I applied bruise paste.

Maybe it's too much to do both.

I'm a witch, I'm not forty yet. This shouldn't be so fucking difficult with an extended lifespan.

No fun times for me tonight. Just shower and sleep. Too tired for anything else.

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 am looking forward to my blessedly comfortable, empty bed. I need sleep.

[Warded private]

Combining a day of training with an evening of rehearsals for the end-of-summer show is getting less and less fun. I mean I can do it, but my body lets me know about it. And if I have to smile sweetly at one of those kids for half an hour while she criticises my age and race for another evening I will snap and kill the little idiot.

I mean really. I know it's learned, but they need to unlearn. NOW. Before I hex them and have to deal with the Ministry.

I can do the moves. No I never went on pointe. Some of us had to change our dreams. At least it's only once a week at the moment.

[End ward]

After wine. I need wine.

So I've been doing a bit of flying on the Bluebottle C-Class. It's a racer not a quidditch broom and Summerby was right, it's a lot of fun. If you want to avoid the dealing with balls issue (!) racing is a great option. Plus the speed is an amazing rush.

[In Welsh but unwarded]

JoJo is in the country again in December, and she's doing Barber of Seville. I probably shouldn't go but it's a great piece and role. I think we're past the point of angry fucking every time we meet, but it's always so tempting. And I'm possibly overdue someone who can take me down, definitely by then. And clubs can be a risky idea for that. But sleeping with my ex is always a horrible move. I suppose I've got a while before tickets will be sold out.

Pity it's not something with a ballet too. It's been too long.

1. Just because I am not speaking English right now doesn't mean I can't.
2. Telling me to go back to where I came from isn't going to get you far: the location is North Wales
3. Stand on the fucking right not the left
4. Stop talking so loud on the Tube
5. The Rainbow flag isn't just for gay people. I'd wear a more appropriate one but nobody fucking knows what it is and I get fed up of explaining.
6.Yes I do fuck women, no it's not really any of your business.
7. Yes I've heard about Jesus but if you're the sort to be telling me in the street about him you probably don't want to accept the swearing, queer, sportswoman as she is, and I've fought enough to change now.

I need a drink.

Even with magic any more than ten minutes or so spent cleaning results in a layer of grime. I spent hours at it.

Feelings of smugness at clean house: high

Fucks given that I'm now going to mess up my beautiful work with a long shower: zero.

[Warded Private]

Frustration that my stretches still don't feel right and it's hurting my dancing: so much.

As much as I like Eurovision I doubt we have any chance of winning and my viewing options are shit. I shall be at Wingbeat instead. Music's less cheesy for one thing.

Ahh, FUCK.

Congratulations Tutshill.

Is anyone who hates housework in desperate need of a roommate? I'll do all of it in return for a reduced share of the rent, on a temporary basis.

In relation to that, is anyone hiring? I can't work with animals or children but I will consider almost anything else, although I can be annoyingly picky for which I apologise in advance.


Warded to Gwenog
I didn't follow the match - I don't as a rule - but I see that you won your last match. Congratulations and I hope your winning streak continues.

( Warded Private )

Pen-blwydd Hapus i Mi!

Celebrations will happen after our match on Saturday, and will coincide with celebrating being top of the table, assuming we all manage to pull our fingers out of our arses in an appropriate way.

As many of the team as I can convince will be at an appropriate watering hole.

It's a nice day, my match is done for the week. And where am I? Stuck in the fucking hairdresser all day.

I will answer your questions.

Entertain me?

I'm glad to be back on the pitch again.

Easter was entertaining, the village I grew up in always has a big community egg hunt and I went home for it. It's for the kids, while the adults stand around being unhelpful and drinking tea or coffee. Well, I'm unhelpful because I'm never there for hiding the eggs any more. Hilarious to watch though.

Plus if I go Mum'll feed me Easter lunch, which is lamb because we are fucking Welsh.


[Warded and hexed Private]

I've been trying to do some of my extra stretches and they're not going quite right. I've lost far more of my flexibility than I should have in less than a month. Did they re-heal me and fuck up over twenty years of stretching and flexibility training? How am I meant to dance if one leg stretches further than the other? It's not like I can get a teacher to help at my age. Bollocks.

Two weeks out. TWO WEEKS.

I am healed. I feel fine. Apparently have to 'rest'.

Yes, yes, listen to the healers blah, blah, blah, but I can't even TRAIN for at least a week. I am going to be SO bored.

Anyone want to team up for the St Patrick's Day thing at Finnigan's? If I get takers I'll go sign up tomorrow. I might not be able to do much walking around though or the healers might kill me, but I will be less bored for a day.


[Warded private and in Welsh]
( So much swearing )

Dydd Gwyl Dewi Sant Hapus!

Or to everyone who doesn't speak Cymraeg, Happy St David's Day.

Welsh Cakes are not the worst hangover food in the world. Just to you know.

[Warded to Slytherins]

I hate Weasleys. Why do I have to work for one?

[Warded to Millicent]

Thanks for the cakes, they were good.

Glad training is really picking back up again. Good to be busy with work again.

Not like I'm going to do anything for Valentine's either. Any new thoughts for the not-romantics? I mean, other than the cake thing, which I might try one of.