Finnigan's RPG

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

[Warded to Purebloods]

Traditions are the backbone of our culture. I would never argue that, and certainly they're part of our history that should be remembered. Sometimes though, traditions are outdated, and we might benefit from discontinuing them.

Specifically, I'm referring to the practice of stuffed house elf heads hanging on the walls. I cannot be the only one who finds this a little creepy strange.

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.

Only a few more weeks until the season starts, and I for one think they can't go by quickly enough.

( Warded to Bryony )

( Warded to Tristan )

Back in London at last. I have to admit, it's a relief to be home here again.

[Private to Bryony]
Finally got Mother moved into St. Mungo's, so I'm back in my flat. Got an evening you can spare for me sometime soon?

[written in bold, angry handwriting]

I swear to the gods, if anyone ever spits in my coffee or on me ever again, I will kill them.

Fucking take them apart.

They're lucky I'm shite at potions and can't do anything with the spit.

It seems rather crass to celebrate a victory when one your teammates winds up in St. Mungo's.

[Warded to Susan and Pansy]
Strange as I'm sure it is to hear me say this, I think I'm overdue for a conversation that isn't about Quidditch. A little help with that would be greatly appreciated.

[Warded to Oliver]
I afraid I have to rescind my acceptance of your night out tonight. Not in the right mindset to celebrate. Do you mind if we reschedule?