The Golden Neep IC

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Appleby Arrows (2-3-0 0.400) versus Holyhead Harpies (2-4-0 0.333)
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Play Started:1999-12-05 at Ilkey Moor
Snitch caught in : 2 hours, 2 minutes
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Appleby Arrows : 170
Holyhead Harpies : 50
Congratulations, Appleby Arrows
( Congratulations, I guess. It was a short, low scoring match between two teams in the bottom half of the league that didn't really help anyone. Really, why did we bother? I could go on and on about this game and Appleby's undeserved win, and bore everyone with-- What? Oh, yes. Congratulations, Appleby Arrows! )

All I want for Christmas is a match in which both teams score a century before you figure in the Snitch. The sum of both team's goals, that is.

[Conspiracy Trio]

Now that the dust from the hearings has died down a little, what are our collective thoughts on the hearings, and who spoke and didn't, apart from the obvious?

And this match, what in Godric's name?

Also, just for your information, in case you think the referendum plays into it, I've seen the numbers for the poll that will go out this week, probably Wednesday. 38 percent for, 31 percent against, 31 percent undecided. I think a bunch of those so-called undecided voters just don't want to admit how they're voting.

[Press ward (you know who you are)]

So what do we do over the long holiday with no quidditch?

[Urq siblings]

Christmas presents for the family, go.

Who: Elspeth MacFusty & Maggie MacDougal
What: PoP Fight club part 3 — Ellie is making a collection, but this is how she connects with people. (AKA: Fights don't solve problems, kids. Or, not always.)
When: Tuesday, November 28. Evening.
Where: JUST OUTSIDE of the Pride property.
Warnings: Violence of a fisticuffs variety, swearing, blood.


( She couldn't punch Lorna. Or Gwen. But Maggie — oh, she was pretty sure that was fair game now. )

( WIMBOURNE WASPS THRASHED BY PRIDE OF PORTREE )

Who: Georgi, Merc, Gabi, kids.
What: Family dinner and interrogation time.
When: Thursday, 30 November, 1999.
Where: The McGonagall dinner table.
Warnings: Not much, just feels and cute.

( With so many dragons, Georgi is going to have his hands full catching them all! )

( Left on Maggie's desk sometime Tuesday. )

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FLORINDA MCGONAGALL

Why, hello.