Finnigan's RPG

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

So those of you who'd had me down in the pool to be the next one injured should be quite happy right now - I'm currently in St Mungo's looking like absolute shite. I got jumped by about twelve young lads who apparently even in numbers aren't good enough to finish off one piddling Auror?

[Warded to Pandora]
The lads I ran into were I think 'friends' of yours? They mentioned you a couple of times - not in a friendly way either - especially after I broke a couple of their faces.

[Warded to Lavender and Harry]
So do we still have the deal of delivering cupcakes whenever one of us gets hospitalised? Or did I dream that up at some point? Regardless, I'd quite like cupcakes? Pleeeaaase?

I've nothing against Valentine's Day, but I've everything against Valentine's Day being used as an excuse to force people (specifically me this time) into awkward social engagements (specifically a date). The only good thing about this is that my parents have dragged my sister into this as well.

So the Dean at Finnigan's pub gave me this journal, apparently they've been around for ages? I'm guessing from the fact that it's full of other people's writing that it's not a private journal - amazing skills of detection, I know. So, hello other people with the journals! How are we all?

[Private to Percy]
My sixth sense is tingling, are you feeling particularly smug for some reason?