Entry tags:

! journal, ! log, ainsley galbraith, fraser macmillan, maggie macdougal, roger davies

It's been four days, and I'm still trying to wrap my brain around the Bad Ideas party from Friday night.

When Portree parties, they really don't do it by halves.

Anyway, all that to say that I've finally settled into my new place! It's on the Island of Raasay, so I'm virtually a stone's throw from practice now.

The only drawback is I have a roommate.

Meet Cecil Winterberry, b. ????, d. 8 October 1781, Poet, Pontificator, Potential Pain in My Arse

He's so annoyed that I managed to get this shot of him, but it's not like he can stop me from putting it down here! We're still working out a system, but at least I've stopped him popping up in my W.C. or waking up to him staring at me while I sleep. Dead creepy that. Literally.


Anyway, I really want to have some kind of housewarming to-do after the holidays, so be on the lookout for additional details there.

[Ro]

Thank you again so much for helping me get settled. Cecil is still apologizing for the mishap in the guest bedroom. He won't shut up about it. I hope your break is going well.

[Razor/Fraser]

I'm assuming by now you've seen the Circe article. I know it's not down to me that we warranted a mention, but I can't help but want to apologize for it. I had a great time, though. Maybe we can surf again sometime? Or we can try ice climbing next?

Also, now that I know a bit better who you are- thanks, Circe?- I felt I should tell you that I accidentally called Mel by your name on Saturday morning in a spectacular feat of mental acuity. In other words, I was hungover all to hell and definitely had you on the brain.

[Maggie]

Can we just agree that Bad Ideas are just that and maybe give them a miss for awhile? Also, what's the policy on dating- or trying to date- Quidditch commissioners?


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