Finnigan's RPG

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

I honestly have no idea what to do or say. I could bang on about Quidditch or the changing weather or whatever else is on my mind but that gets old. What's going on in all of your worlds? I feel rather cut off from my friends and outside world in general.

Warded to self

How are we still only middle of the pack? Fucking hell we're better than this. All this hard work, the summer of planning, it isn't paying off. What is going wrong? We need to work harder, or at the very least I need to stop slacking and go to other games to observe our opponents and their new plays. I won't settle for this mediocre performance.

Public

Another win for Puddlemere and a huge congrats to all players and teams. Also, massive congrats to Aidan for new position in Kenmare; can't wait to play against you!

Otherwise life is the same, but the introduction of kittens into my life has definitely made things a tad, erm, interesting. How can something so small have so much energy? They're little furry bludger-snitches rolled into a tiny purring, mewling ball. They're cute, though.

That's two wins for Puddlemere; what a fantastic start to the season! This is going to be a great year.

Non-Quidditch related; I now have two kittens and they are endless balls of energy. I might not get a dog after all considering all the time I have to chase these guys around the flat. Also, does anyone know how to get kittens to not attack feet while sleeping?

[Warded to Alicia, Angelina, and Oliver]

If you hadn't heard the shouts of excitement (which is entirely possible), I got the job with Falmouth! I start Monday!

Katie

Lets play a game. I'll start a story with three words. You add to it with three more words. And so on and so on... Until someone finishes it or it gets boring.

There once lived....

It feels odd. This. Knowing that in just two weeks the League will start again and that right now, all over the country, teams are training like madmen while Healers are working overtime to ensure that everybody's in tip-top shape for the season and arguing with players about the importance of following the individualized diets for them... and for the first time since Hogwarts, I'm not part of that. Instead I'm allocated to simply cheering from the stands, which is great! I love it! It just feels odd.

[Warded to Adrian]
I have enough on my plate and I'm making big changes, but it just doesn't... I don't know. Want to come look at houses with me one of these days?

[Warded to Oliver]
You alright? How's your head? What did your Healer say?

[Warded to Genie]
This year, the Foundation has one first-year student (other than Owen). He's a sweet kid with a goofy sense of humour, and we have been supporting him and his Muggle family since the war. Like all first-years, he needs a lot of things before the school year starts, and I was wondering if you and Owen would like to help him out with that? That way the boys can meet and they won't be surrounded by complete strangers on the Express.

I have FINALLY won a fucking chess match.

No, I never claimed to be as good as certain brothers I could mention, but I haven't been able to get it tofuckinggether and actually win before tonight and I know I'm not shite.

I have proved myself marginally less shite.

[Warded Private]

Why do some events stick in the brain so much? Or the peo Not even significant. Well, not all that significant. I suppose.

Craving for more ink at random. That's helpful.

[ooc: we are pretending I actually wrote this Thursday not Wednesday. *coughs*]

Written early Wednesday morning

[Strongly warded private]

I never claimed to have handled the war perfectly. I didn't start Battlescars because I thought I was some big damn hero who could help everybody else get over the war. I started it because I thought we all needed people to talk to, people who would understand. It doesn't always have to be me. And I do understand, too well. If I'd been brave things would be so different now.



[Public]

What do you people who're used to being awake at this time of day do to pass the time?

It's a new month! Last of summer sale going on at Quickpulse this week - enjoy the end of the heat with some heat of your own. All summer lingerie is now 30% off!

I had that dream about the birds. They were all sick and damp and their feathers fell off when I reached out to hold one.
Kittens were growing from a tree. Just these blind, sightless kitten heads.


I woke up in a closet. Hah.

This was in the Prophet today!

( pasted in cutting from the Daily Prophet )

THERE. I am all moved out of the flat because it will be far less stressful living with my parents then THAT person.

Except for the fact that my brother also lives with them and I swear there is a funny smell coming from his bedroom. GROSS.

Greetings from beautiful Magaluf! I figured I should listen to my mates (especially before Alicia sent me a howler) and take a much needed vacation.

So I've spent the last couple of weeks on the beach and I've taken up a new sport: surfing! It's surprisingly relaxing, though I would be interested in competing eventually, so I've been working on my technique to improve. Also the balance needed for staying on the board has taught me quite a bit about staying on my broom and better broom control. I've been drawing up some plans and I'm excited to try out some new techniques when I get back.

Am I missing anything in good ol' Blighty?

( picture spellotaped in )

A huge congratulations to Montrose on their win and a huge thank you to every team for an incredible season; it was an honor to play against such talented professionals and I look forward to the next season. Also, I want to thank the fans... without you all, well, I would still love the game, but the energy from the fans is what really seals the deal.

Now that the season has ended I have more time for training! Since moving to this part of London I haven't had as much time as I'd like to get out and explore, run in the park, see all the sights on my bike, and I hear there is a nice pool suitable for athletic swimming. Plus, Lucy has me addicted to rock-climbing. I'm also planning on drawing up some new plays with the captain we can hopefully use for next season.

[Public]

One of the best things about living with Muggle relatives was my Uncle introducing to Star Wars. Best movies of all time. EVEN THE NEW ONES. And so...

MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.

Absolutely thrilling game on Saturday against the Tornados; they always put up an unpredictable fight. This season has been by far one of the best and challenging to date... I hate to see it coming to an end, but there is always summer friendlies, and I will have more time to work on training and testing out new play theories.

Speaking of coming to an end I am so bloody thrilled this awful cold weather has shoved off. It's been nice to work-out in the park and take advantage of the trails around my new flat; once the ground is a bit less squishy from the rain I'll take my bike and really go explore.

Lastly... I chopped off my ponytail; my hair was getting entirely too long and too difficult to manage (plus the Tornados chaser yanked on it last game. If my hair is causing me to have a disadvantage at Quidditch it simply must go).

[Warded to Alicia] -- Have I told you yet today how proud I am of you? And how badly my mother wants to meet you? And the twins? I told her it might be a bit early for that, but she's relented that maybe after Sera & Will's baby comes, we can all go over together?

Is it too soon to ask something like that?

I can't wait to see you Wednesday. Are you all set with a sitter? It might be a long evening, you know how these functions can go on.

[Warded to Wood] -- I know I don't know you well, accept maybe from when were on the pitch at school, but just wanted to remind you how precious Alicia is to both of us. Won date or not, be careful where your hands up while ballroom dancing, no?

I have been reading a biography of Muggle Prime-Minister Winston Churchill and saw that he said the following:

"A politician needs the ability to foretell what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year. And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn't happen."

Never have truer words been spoken.

( Private to Oliver )

Whoever these 'anonymous sources' are, prepare to have my anonymous fist in your anonymous face.

I can't believe I have to type this, but no, Melinda didn't put something in my fucking food.