Finnigan's RPG

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

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.

[Warded to Viktor]
Oliver came into the shop today. Apparently he's going to Seamus' party tonight, which is going to be awkward. It's just a heads up, though if you don't want to go, I completely understand.

[Warded to Cho, Marietta, and Roger]
He came in today and there was a girl and I didn't handle it well. At all. This is all wrong! Just WRONG! I shouldn't care, right?

I'm not going to apologise for the Bats getting to the play-offs, even if it seems to be offending my favourite barkeep. Cheers to those who got free drinks on that account, and... you're welcome!

[Private to Cho]
You free tonight, babe?

[Private to Viktor, Roger, and Aidan]
In the past week, two teams have offered me positions... on their coaching staff. Thoughts, please!

Today is the last full day for Sweet Nothings before Christmas. Tomorrow we'll be open from 8:00 to 11:00 am for pick up of orders, and then we'll be closed until December 27.

Merry Christmas to all of you out there. Hope you have a good one!

[Private to Cho, Marietta, Roger, Bryn, and Ben]
I've just had the cakes and desserts for the Scamander Fundraiser tonight picked up and was given invitation that includes a +1. Are any of you lovely people free tonight, and would care to go there with me?

I hope all of you out there is enjoying Christmas. I know I am. Things are fairly busy this year with more people recognising the wonders of using amazing cakes for centrepieces, which makes for some interesting challenges for me.

That being said, this year’s yule logs are a hit. Just last week we’ve had two groups of customers in to learn how to make the almond pinecones and this week we’ve another planned for Thursday right after closing.

New Years is coming up very soon, so now’s the time to get any orders for New Year’s Eve in.

In other news; on January 1st, I will be taking over full ownership of Sweet Nothings. It was always the plan to have the shop be closed the first two weeks of January for renovations, but with these new changes, Sweet Nothings will be closed for all of January, with a grand opening and revealing of a slightly new concept and a brand new menu. Those of you who have already ordered for special occasions in January, you can rest assured that they will still be done, and I will be taking in a few more orders, should the occasion rise, but it’ll be on a case by case basis.

[Private to Bryn]
As the shop will be closed for all of January rather than just the originally planned 2 weeks, I wanted to hear if you’d be interested in doing the hours you’re usually here on something else (like delivery or helping with the new menu)?

[Private to Cho, Marietta, and Roger]
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Oliver

[Warded to Mel, Roger, & Mari] -- So... When is the right time to ask a guy out on a date? Or, is that not a thing that I should do? Or what if I'm totally wrong? I just... there's been a lovely lunch and drinks and notes back and forth but... not once have I been asked out on a date. Am I missing something here?

[Warded to Fin] -- It was nice running into you the other night. Definitely better than balancing my books like I always do on the 14th. Something about company and a glass a wine that picks up a girl's whole week.

[Warded to Gemma] -- Is the salon doing holiday-themed nail treatments yet? I've got a hundred meetings for holiday parties this coming week so was thinking something subtle might give me an edge. Let me know if you've got an opening? PS. Tokyo was a blast, I don't know if I ever said that outright.

Hello people! I just found this journal in the bottom of my Quidditch bag and I thought it was probably time I actually interacted with you all again. I just got back from a couple of days in Greece, helping my family prepare for an English wedding in the next few weeks, so that was interesting!

( A picture is spellotaped to the journal )

It was very hard as you can imagine.

How is everyone though? Who's keen to catch up and go to the pub?

[Warded to Marcus]
So... An eligible Frenchmen tried to woo me into bed the other day with promises of showing me "ze many interzting uses of chocolat in ze boudoir" which was hilarious. Obviously I need you to fend the randy French men off me Marc, will you do that for me?

[Warded to the friends of the warder / Warded against those who wish harm and gossipmongers]
So I've been looking into finding my dad, and I've come up with some interesting leads. I'm slightly terrified of going further with the whole thing, what do you think I should do?

It has come to my attention that I've been out of action for a little while. Apparently I haven't been able to escape family obligations - mum couldn't escape and decided that if she was being pulled in then so was I - and have been suddenly surrounded by my deeply eccentric Graeco-Celtic family. Which I actually don't mind too much. My grandmother is already trying to set me up with several totally boring and ridiculously rich young men and women.

But, more importantly! The real question is who's going to buy me at the charity auction?

[Warded to Finbar]
Finbar you dirty slattern, you're in my city and yet I've received none of your dirty Irish loving, what's up with that?

[Warded to Cho, Melinda, Marietta, and Ben]
Cuddles? Soon? Please?

[Warded to Ernie Macmillan]
So did you still want to know which strapping young Quidditch player you shagged for about an hour in a cupboard? Bonus information: you have a thing that you do with your hips that can nearly reduce a man to tears. Also you said "let me puff on your huffle."

I swear, one of these days I really am going to stop reading the blasted gossip pages. I swear. Some day.

[Warded to Roger] -- What do you know about Finbar Quigley?

Okay, so I have a wedding to go to in a couple of weeks. So I have some questions to ask the glorious masses:

1) What the hell do you get a couple with bank accounts that generate interest comparable to the GDP of number of small countries? I mean I don't think they'd actually care, but you know.

2) Anyone good at avoiding familial obligations and want to teach a boy the ropes?

[Warded to Marcus]
Aha so remember how I mentioned mum thinks we're dating? Apparently the entirety of my family does to. Up for a wedding? I promise you won't have your out Unless you want to. Oh Merlin please

[Warded to Melinda]
So my cousin's fiancée wants something "magical" for her cake...

So, thanks to some lovely people. I'm finally back and practicing, ready to re-take my spot on the team for the next match! So, who wants to celebrate with me?

[Warded to Marcus]
Hey Captain Sexypants, I listened to the game the other day! You were amazing as usual! I can't wait to play next week though.

Also, funny thing. I've been... well I wouldn't say asked, more ordered to a lunch with Pansy Parkinson on Wednesday? Anything you want to tell me?

[Warded to Roger] -- Darling, are you still on bed rest? How's the stir-crazy treating you? Did Flint bring Melinda's care package? Is there anything else you need? (Of course, if you ask me for sweets I'm sending you rock hard pumpkin pasties and you know it). Anyway, tell me everything, and when are you allowed out?

Hey everyone! Uh, so as you may have heard or seen I got pretty badly injured in a foul in the match today diving in to block the foul happening to a certain gorgeous teammate of mine so I had a fun little trip to St Mungo's to you know, get some bones un-shattered and some muscles un-strained. I'm totally fine now, I'm just on a lot of potions so they're making me a bit loopy, and I'll be house bound and out of commission for about a week.

Unfortunately that means I may not be up for some of the more strenuous stuff I planned for this weekend, so I'll have to renege on some of my promises. I'm so sorry everyone.

[Warded to Mellie and Cho]
Don't worry loves, I'm totally fine! They got the bone back in under the skin and fixed and everything! Come see me soon yes?

[Warded to Alicia]
Thank you so much for the potions and healing, and the weird Muggle style muscle stuff you did - changed a six-week benching to a two week benching. You are legendary.

[Warded to Oliver]
Hey brother, I'm sorry I won't be able to buy that round of drinks? Can I get a rain check?

[Warded to Marcus]
Please, please tell me that you're still going to come around. I need something Marc. SOMETHING to look forward to and keep my mind off how much I hurt.

Alright boys and girls and others,

I am undertaking to give a friend a crash course in International cuisine, and I was wondering if anyone could recommend their favourite ethnic restaurants and cafés around London? Although I suppose I am a wizard, so outside London could feasibly work? Just nothing in Manchester, please. I'm also fine with either magical or Muggle.

I'm totally willing to repay your kindness somehow!