The Golden Neep IC

I'm glad I was well enough to make it to the Montrose v Chudley match, what there was of it. Thirty-eight minutes isn't a league record but it might be a season record. At least we had a nice walk afterwards.

I feel for the Stadium Maintenance crew, though. Barely got the place open before they had to close it down again. I hope the short game meant there was less mess to clean up.

It's a couple of days early, but whatever...
( Spello-Taped very slightly NSFW Valentine and picture under the cut )
Anyway, Happy (early) Valentine's Day!

[Portree +]

Hey, everyone!

Just wanted to drop a line to say I missed you, and to tell you that Isla is expecting. She said I could tell my friends, which all of you are. She's due at the end of summer.



(OOC- this is posted very late on Monday night [think close to midnight], and the first part of the journal was accidentally unwarded; all replies to comments will be from the next day)

So, yesterday was the most terrifying day in my adult life. There I was, about to enjoy a delightful picnic with the victorious Montrose Magpies, when an Owl finds me. At the stadium.

I was summoned, as I had not been for more than fifteen years, to the headmistresses office.

What, I wondered, had I done all those years ago that was worth bringing me in to box my ears at this late date? And if it had been that good, why didn't I remember it?

Nonetheless, such a summons could not be ignored. I arrived at the crumbling stone home of the highest peak of British educational excellence (for wizards) and was escorted to Gryffindor tower, where the head of house and the Headmistress were waiting for me, along with a dozen or so defiant little girls.

Lynn was the reason I had been called. Imagine my existential dread, when the problem wasn't something I'd done, but something that my ward had inflicted upon the font of knowledge. Apparently, with the help of all her friends.

Did you know that witches weren't allowed to have familiars at Hogwarts until they were 13? I certainly didn't. The entire first and second year classes did, but they were in open rebellion of this educational edict. And Lynn was the lead twelve-year-old.

"Not an issue, I can take moggy back home and he can return with 3rd year Lynn."

Did you know that you have to register Kneazles with the Ministry, because they're XXX rated? Does that crack anyone up who isn't a muggleborn?

Did you know it doesn't help to laugh at Headmistress McGonagall, about something she doesn't understand? You probably did. I did, too, but it was too late.

I had to apply to the Ministry for permission to keep Lynn's pet, and that was not a thing I'd ever hoped to do. Also, now every first-and-second year lass in Gryffindor tower thinks I am a great uncle because I kept their Kneazle and offered to let them all come visit him this summer.

They'd named him "Godric", in the hopes of fooling their head-of-house, so he needs a new name.

I'm leaning towards "Knigel", but really it'll be whatever Lynn decides.

Oh, one last 'did you know?'

Did you know what they call a Kneazle kitten?

a Kniption...

It seems Micah and I weren't able to resist the allure of the Montrose rescue group. We went to see who would choose us, and came home with two.

( images spellotaped in - potentially nsfw  )

TO: Monte Cameron
FROM: Hannah Abbott
WHEN: Tuesday Afternoon, 13 February 2000

( Package Sent to Monte Cameron )

TO: Justin Finch-Fletchley
FROM: Hannah Abbott
WHEN: Tuesday Afternoon, 13 February 2000

( Package Sent to Justin Finch-Fletchley )