Finnigan's RPG

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I don't know how we're supposed to

Sometimes, I wish I could

I'd be alright with it if Monday morning decided not to come. Too bad Time-Turners Think it might be a curry kind of night by the end of the day.

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Apparently I'm still paying for things I both can cannot control. It would have been nice to have been told prior to the arrangement that I'm being set up for some wedding (though not my own, thankfully. Were that the case, I would fake my own death and move to Peru or something), but I suppose it's better than being informed via letter from some guard dog about it. Despite being told prior to receiving a letter from Marcus Flint (I assume the same one from school who was a Death Eater who, for some reason, the world forgives and allows to play Quidditch and now worships for being good at a sport. That has to be the only reason he gets forgiveness), I still have no idea what to make of it. I can't quite tell if this is meant to be good advice (however unsolicited) or something else. Do I say, "Thank you," or do I ignore it? I guess it's a good sign he didn't come out hackles raised, ears down, growling at me, but I'm still not sure why he bothered. Was he afraid I'd make a poor impression and make Bryony (who is that again? Did I go to a party with her there? I think so) look bad?

I'm probably over-thinking this thing. I should respond. I should say thanks for the advice. I don't know if it'll be helpful or not, and I have no idea why her parents would want me to be her date. I know why my parents would, but not hers. Maybe they were seriously desperate and had no other options at the time and went with who was available. And since my schedule doesn't matter to my parents, I'm presumably always available.

On the plus side, it's been about a week, and they've not mentioned the Pride thing, so they must not have found out I went to support Stacey. Small victories, I suppose.

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[Private to Bryony]

So your attack dog body guard friend sent me an owl, and I'm not sure how to take it.

Is this as awkward for you as it is for me?

Should we get together before this wedding, or would that just make it worse somehow?

Hi. I thought, since we've been set up, we should talk a bit so it won't be as potentially strange if we don't talk until your sister's wedding. If you want. If not, I understand. But I was thinking probably in the journals so it doesn't put so much pressure on either of us. They seem to be good for allowing things to be a bit less pressure filled.Or maybe that's just my perspective. But we don't have to talk if you don't want to.

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I am so glad it's Friday.

[Warded to Zacharias Smith] -- Mr. Smith, I wanted to check in on you today. Did the sleep potion help the migraine? No side effects, I hope?

I hate headaches that won't go away even when you take something.

I've completely given up on that one book club, and I don't have the personality to lead my own

Found an interesting book at the communal bookcase at Finnigan's the other day. The Spook's Apprentice. Definitely Muggle, and definitely still new. I'm going to keep it. I enjoyed it. I wonder when the next one comes out. I suppose I'll have to stop by a bookstore after work and ask.

I'm fascinated by how my parents can turn a sombre occasion into a chance to try to nudge me toward "a very nice witch we think you'd get on with." I'm fascinated and appalled that said "very nice witch" tried to kiss me when the statue had been lit up. I don't want my fi It has to be some kind skill. I can't say I'm disappointed to not have inherited it.

It should be nice to see the horses in flight again come tomorrow. Not so much my parents, but It's been awhile since I've seen them. I miss them.

I think today is at least a three cupcake kind of day.

There's a communal bookshelf at Finnigan's. Has there ever been a book club? It can be nice to discuss other books with people. Sometimes. Sometimes enjoying a book is a nice solitary activity.

[Warded to Zacharias]

I think I just got a birthday party invitation for someone I've only met once. And looks.... Fancy-ish. Fancy and I are not really on the same wavelength. Please tell me you know some sort of etiquette or whatever for this kind of thing.

I think my cats have decided that I shouldn't work on Sundays. They keep sitting outside the door, mewing, hoping I'll open it. Or maybe they think if they meow (and by "meow" I mean "squeak"), it'll active the "open" mechanism eventually. Which it sort of does since I don't stay in here all day. So I suppose, ultimately, the cats win.

Of course, once I opened the door, they ran off. But I hit a road block that I think some fresh air might help. Someone to help test this would also be nice, but And maybe some crispy chips. Maybe.

If the weather can keep improving, I think I'll go flying soon. It isn't like that Just have to decide where.

Oh thank Merlin I never eat sweets from strangers or strange sweets left around randomly with no known source. I may also be just paranoid enough to It was interesting going by the Ministry this morning, however. That arse who I still think George Weasley is a terrible person, though.

Sleepless nights are a pain.

Unproductive sleepless nights are worse.

I guess one good thing about being off from work on an extended recovery vacation is I get to catch up things, like my reading. The down side is, I'm running out of things to read. I may have to revist a few old favourites. That isn't bad, though. Sometimes I just enjoy reading new things.

[Private to Hyperion]

All this reading has reminded me that I fell behind about following through with your book club thing. Or maybe you fell behind. I don't know which. Not that it matters. Does your group already know what next month's book will be by chance?

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[Private to Self]

More scars. Of course more scars. But at least the source is different. At least I have an excuse to never speak of the scars because I can't. I can't even write about them. Not how I got them, at least. And that's okay. I don't want to talk about any of them. They're just reminders of things I'd rather not remember.

My mother came to visit me while I was at St. Mungo's. I didn't even know she and my father knew I was there. It was, of course, an awkward visit full of awkward silences. Every so often her hands fluttered about like she wanted to do something, but she didn't. Why start now, Mother? You've done nothing in the past. Don't break your record now. I didn't tell her that, of course. I was polite. I thanked her for the cupcakes. She told me about how I'd somehow made a good impression on Valentine's Day because Sophie's mother kept talking about me to her and about how Sophie seemed to have not entirely hated me. I think I stayed an extra day in hospital because of how sick that thought made me. I hope she's a lesbian looking for someone to take the heat off of her dating life because I do not want a girlfriend. I do not want to date anyone. And I do not want to get roped into marriage. And if I have to be roped into marriage, I don't want to be roped into marriage with a lesbian. Because, at some point, both sets of parents are going to wonder where the grandchildren are, and I'm not explaining that there probably won't be any because she prefers the company of women to men in regards to how you make babies. And if I have to date someone and get married to someone, I really don't want it to be with someone who's just using me to

If I didn't have a job I enjoy, I think I'd run away. I don't know where I'd go, but Stacey could come if she wanted. I have such a common last name I don't think I'd have to change it, either.

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Not that anyone cares, but I'm home. from The cats are happy.

One pro and one con to working in the Department of Mysteries

Con: When you get hurt on the job, you can't explain to the medi-witches/wizards and/or healers in any sort of detail the how's of the injury. Not speaking is literally part of the job description. However, they don't always seem to understand it, and they get frustrated and angry with you when you cannot tell them any kind of detail of the injury (if you don't count "work accident" as a detail, which they do not). They get frustrated and angry with you, and, in turn, you get frustrated and angry at their lack of understanding.

Pro: The Department of Mysteries has your back. And they have ways of ensuring you receive the treatment you need without breaking protocols. The medical staff may still not know the details of your work related injury, but they know now, after a good, private conversation with another Department of Mysteries personnel, how to treat you and that they should not ask questions they will never get the answers to.

I think they were spelled or potioned -- is potioned a word? -- or something

Did you know that the pattern on the ceiling of this room looks exactly like

At least I'm not here because

On an unrelated note, the pain's subsided or been dulled or something like that. My quill's heavy. That's a sign that it's time for a lie down, yeah? Yeah. A lie down.

I don't know if pink champgn champagne tastes better than not non not pink champagne, but it makes the end of a qautru quadruppl date with my parents, my sister and her forced date, my forced date, and our forced dates' parents a little better. So does this rapsberry mohit cupcake. And the cats.

Thank you for the cupcake again Stacey.

Question for my fellow business owners! How do you deal with customers who don't follow the rules of your establishment?

I ask only because I had yet another patron wander in drunk today, and then get belligerently upset when I asked him to come back when he was sober, even though that rule is clearly posted on the front door and all over the place inside.

Any thoughts would be appreciated! Otherwise I'm going to ask Zacharias to put up wards against drunks on the entrance to the parlor.

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.