Finnigan's RPG

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

[Heavily warded against Dean - visible to everyone else]

I need a favour. I need a shop or public premises with a floo fire and an owner who's willing to let party-goers traipse in on 24th of August. Diagon or Monument Alley would be best, and I'm willing to pay for the inconvenience. If the floo fire is in a back room or something, that would be even better.

[Warded to Susan]

I've settled on a theme - 1920s. I'm going to get Dean a hat to wear, since I'm not telling him the theme. Do you think we should get him a nice suit as well?

Also, I need you to authorise a Portkey for me.

[Warded to Susan]

(Thought I'd save your poor owl.)

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret


[End Ward]

[Warded private as strongly as Dean knows how]

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Really? I... really?

Oh God, Merlin, Circe, Godric and Satan's fluffy dice.

[End Ward]

I have never before in my life been so glad of the fact that the British wizarding community has a public school-style education system with a fetish for calling people by their last names. Apparently I have lost the ability to call people by their first name and I can at least call people by their surname.

Has anyone else experiencing this type of stuff?

[Warded to Seamus and Dean]
ARE EITHER OF YOU TWO RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS BECAUSE IF YOU ARE I WOULDN'T ACTUALLY HURT YOU BUT I WOULD THREATEN UNENDING PAIN AND SUFFERING.

[Warded to Susan]: Where's my redheaded drinking buddy when I need her? Been a rough weekend on the current projects - whiskey night? Soon?

Warded to Alicia: These have been the longest four days of my life, I swear to Salazar himself. Mind if I bring take away up to the house for you and the kids tonight or tomorrow? I've missed you and I desperately need real food and a night outside of my potions room.


Warded to Susan: How is the new year treating you, Red? Still saving the world every day? Might you be able to find time outside of saving the world to grab a drink sometime soon?

So, after a deeply unanticipated and excruciatingly boring stint on guard rotation at Azkaban - which came about following a freak accident involving a tiara, two pieces of lasagne, and a charmed blender - I am back to civilisation. Or rather, I am back to the journal which I helpfully was forbidden from taking on rotation for "security reasons."

How is everyone? What's new? But more importantly, while I was away my new house has finally been magically revamped and is ready for a housewarming party. Who wants in?

Also, another random question: does anyone know of any good dog playgroups? I need to get Shadow a bit of time around other dogs that doesn't involve me stalking people in the park.

[Public] -- I know some of you ordered things in time for the American holiday Thanksgiving (Mr. Summers, I'm looking at you). If you did - or had scheduled an end-of-November pick up with me - please schedule a time in the coming week to come pick them up at my flat. Christmas orders will be ready on time, please be sure to pick them up from me before December 23rd, on the 24th I'll be sending anything left over to St Mungo's. (They tend to need more around the holidays, everyone trying new toys and spells and so many family get togethers and all - and yes, this is your local potionsmaster's reminder to be safe in the holiday season).

I'll be taking a bit of time off after the 24th, so get your New Year orders in now and depending on your needs I'll have the first round ready by the third week of January.

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[Warded to Alicia] -- I miss you like mad, babe, did you know that? I want to rectify this 'me working far too much' thing - how would you and the twins like a getaway after Christmas? I'll have to meet Sera's daughter by then, and we can spend the New Year skiing and then go to the Islands?

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[Warded to Draco] -- How are things going? Was the medical shipment helpful in the opening?

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[Warded to Michael] -- So you're working for Draco's new shop? Always new I saw talent there. What are your specialties? Do you freelance at all?

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[Warded to Susan] -- I still owe you a birthday drink but before you come stomping down my door to find out where I've been (which I have no doubt you can do), I've got some volatile potions going and they're needed by this month or next so I've scarcely been able to leave the flat. Let's make time soon though, yeah?

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[Warded to Millicent] -- Cousin, Mother asked that I get in touch (and in general I am sorry it's been so long). Sera's daughter is due next month and after the New Year there will be a small family get together at my parent's Island estate in the Caribbean. You're more than welcome to join us. I know it must seem odd to invite them rather than Cecilia, but I've my marching orders (and maybe Mother is inviting her sister to something else? I stopped trying to figure out her thinking years ago and Mother always was a bit odd). I'll be accompanied by my girlfriend and her children, as well, and hope you can make it over.

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[Warded to Tristan] -- Glad to see you got a journal. Does that mean you've been into Finnigan's Pub? I barely remember him as being a Gryffindor back in school, but he tolerates my very expensive taste in whiskey so I'm always glad to see him at the bar. How's Monday night for you? I should have a nice stopping place in my latest work by then.

Hello darlings!

So, as some of you might be aware I'm buying a house. Or rather, as of this morning, have bought a house.

( Spellotaped to the journal page )

Because happy birthday to me? Anyway, this is just a vague question of who would be interested in attending a house warming party once I moved in?

[Warded and Runed to the friends of the writer]
So, who's up for helping me move in?

[Warded and Runed to Dean and Seamus]
So Eddie and I are history, what's a girl need to do to get a bit of hugging?

[Warded to Pandora]
I find myself in need of some extension charms?

Gorgeous, when are we getting together? I owe you a birthday drink. Or three. Or five. Really, however many you like.

[OOC: Backdated for Nov. 2nd because Chris is not the sort who would be a day late for a friend's birthday.]

[Warded to Susan]

Susan, Susan, Susan. I need to pick the brains of one of my favourite Aurors.

So, Crup fighting in London. You probably know that I had a letter from Rolf Scamander about it, so I've followed that up by collecting evidence from him and Luna Lovegood. So far, the injuries they recorded are consistent with the sort of things I saw when my squad raided that Crup fighting ring in Belfast.

Which means that so far I've got injuries, dates when the Crups have been found, and locations.

So now I need your help. What are you thinking?

So, I'm back in London less than a week and I find myself at a bar called Finnigans's. Nice enough place, too much meat on the menu if you ask me, but the bartenders were all very good at topping off my glass when I wanted them to, so there's that.

And the server hands me a journal and says it's something to do with the new community here. Seeing as my office will be in the neighborhood, they wanted me to have one, but I don't have any clue what to do with it.

So I guess I'm saying - any Hufflepuffs out there looking for a reunion? Otherwise, I don't quite know what this is for.

Oh yeah, hey Badgers, I'm back in the UK. I know it's been a long time, but I'm sure some of you haven't forgotten my rakish good looks and somewhat difficult-to-understand charm.

Nothing as refreshing as a morning jog from Kensington to Monument Alley, especially with the soaking rain, but that just made the day even better.

How is everyone else out there enjoying the rain?


[Private to Adrian]
I think you left something important at my house. Stop by my office to pick it up when you have a break?


[Private to Oliver]
He makes me smile like Melinda makes you smile.


[Private to Richard]
I heard a little birdie tweeting that you were in town this weekend. Is that still true and if so: lunch sometime this week?

[Private to Susan]
You were right.

Well, today has officially been absolutely horrendous. I can’t really say anything without breaking both the Official and Unofficial Secrets Acts, but let’s suffice to say that I am in dire need of a stiff drink and some friendly people. In that vein, who’s going to be at Finnigan’s tonight?

[Warded and Runed to Harry James Potter]
So I’m getting a drink after Chernoknizhnik’s funeral today if you wanted to join me? I think Rawling, Dewin, Oluseto will be there too. No pressure of course, but I know her death has crushed you at least as much as it’s crushed me.

[Warded to Seamus]
I think I might need to set up a tab tonight.

Can anyone recommend a good pet store? I see them around but I'd love to hear from someone who bought a pet from them?

Also, does anyone happen to speak Gobblegook and not work for the Ministry?

[Warded to Eddie Carmichael]
Okay new plan, I am utterly shattered and so is my shoulder. Well, broken. The goblin enclave from Switzerland sent a delegation who began a pitched battle with some of our goblins. Can I come cuddle with you tonight?

Hi all! Obviously I would have preferred to make a much more interesting first posting here, but in light of an event this afternoon I thought it might do to put out a general request for everyone to keep their eyes peeled.

This afternoon at approximately 4pm a woman by the name of Amelia Storridge escaped from a Muggle prison where she'd been incarcerated for a number of crimes including petty theft, assault and battery, and vagrancy. Apparently Ms Storridge had been involved in some sort of dispute within the gaol when she abruptly vanished, leaving behind an ear and two middle fingers. Muggle police - which is to say, law enforcement - are baffled and alarmed by this turn of events, and informants within the Metropolitan Police quickly forwarded the reports to us.

Storridge is apparently a Muggle-born witch who was tried and found guilty of "stealing magic" by the Muggle-Born Registration Committee in 1998. Allegedly, she gave her captors the slip at some point, and lacking a wand, family, or any Muggle education, she escaped onto the London streets where she lived in abject poverty until eventually finding herself incarcerated. Obviously, we're interested in rehabilitating Ms Storridge, and re-introducing her to Magical society.

She is described as: a female, caucasian, forty-nine years old, 5'9", weighing 140 pounds with blue eyes and black hair. She may or may not be wearing a prison uniform, but she will be missing an ear and two fingers.

If anyone on here happens to see or hear anything about a woman matching the above description, please contact either me or the Ministry.

( Warded to Seamus, Dean, and Dominic )