Looks like the circus has come to town.

[Friends (honestly, if you think they're friends just assume yes)]

So. Anyone else get the golden ticket to St. Mungo's tomorrow, or am I the only lucky one?

[/Friends]

Rather pleased with my Nimbus these days. The charms on that never fail. And no, I'm not getting paid to say that. Well. Not a lot.

[Magpies and close friends of Patrick]
Saturday night. Party at my place. Don't tell Patrick because it's a surprise. This is important for cheering him up.

[Patrick]
Food and such at mine? Saturday?

Well, that was more according to plan. Thank goodness.

Okay. Maybe it's just me, but I'm going to bloody well point out the obvious that nobody else seems to be commenting on. The BIL and the Quidditch Commission decided on these new policies? Oh yes, lets get the organisation that seems to only give a damn about the owners' interests and the bloody Ministry together to cover their own arses. Who gives a fuck about the players who are under pressure from the owners and managers? Obviously neither the Quidditch Commission nor the BIL as they didn't think it fit to include the Players' Union to their bloody summit.

Who's watching the watchers?

Thank you everyone who dropped by yesterday to celebrate. I know it's a bit odd to celebrate leaving the UK, but what's a bit of ribbing between friends?

Only 364 days until July 4, 2008!

[Warded to Anais Bolduc, the Montrose Magpies, Eddie Charmichael, Oliver Wood, Heidi MacAvoy, Meaghan McCormack]
It's a girl! I'd send out cigars, but I'm pretty sure smoking is frowned upon these days.

Obviously don't share this with anyone because Lord, I haven't even told my Mama yet, but I am confirming Witch Weekly's rumor when it comes to the paternity of Meaghan McCormack's daughter.


[OOC: If you think Pip would ward your character about this news, please comment and he will add you. Also, please update the character relationship chart.]

[Heidi]
I know it's a lot to ask for you to not print this. Can I give you something to write about instead?

First world problems - going to a party and people a) being surprised you ever leave the house and b) your dog makes more friends than you do.

Good shout, though - thanks, Pip, mate.

[Patrick]

I am so sorry, but I'm going to need to talk to you right the hell now.

[/Patrick]

[Pip]

MY OFFICE

[/Pip]

[Alicia]

Witch Weekly has it. I can't---

Do not talk to the press.

[/Alicia]

[Heidi]

In what world is it ethical to go printing personal business like that in your trash magazine? Are you fecking kidding me with this?

[/Heidi]

[Magpies]

No one is to talk to anyone in the press today. Or until further notice. Not a bloody word until I say so.

[/Magpies]

I have to say while I'm sure it isn't quite as enjoyable for you lot stuck there, I've rather been enjoying not being surrounded by Cornish Pixies. As well as not needing to clean up their mess Wishing everyone there the best of luck though!

[Private to Magpies]
None of you have been injured by the foul little beasts have you? Please tell me none of this is going to end up my mess.
[/Private]

Well, arse.

So I just received the best news ever. While I can normally expect a visit or two from various members of my family every few months, I just got word that I will get two weeks with my favorite two family members next month.

Okay, granted, that's because they're parents want to get away and have a little romantic vacation without two hyperactive seven year olds. Which, reportedly, can put a damper on making another little Wildsmith. Fine. I get to hang out with the cool ones.

Flat hunting. I forgot how much I despised it.

[Warded to Oliver, Matilda, and Robbie]
The Wanderers have chosen to let me go.

Okay, I know I'm not a disaster in the kitchen, but I suppose this can go down in the record books,. I was trying to make my Gran's millionaire's shortbread. You might say there was a SLIGHT failure..

It's not that I'm not grateful to Cleansweep, because I am, everyone likes to have sponsors. It's just that I wish this had happened a week ago before I'd gotten my new broom for the season.

Oh well, I guess Harry just got a brand new Nimbus for himself not that he's got the time to use it.

My dog is an asshole.



Those were new too.

Well, that was certainly unexpected.

Farewell, Ballycastle. After eight years it seems I'm moving from the northern to the southern coast.


I can't believe I agreed to this. I think I already regret it.

Private

Mental note - add 'The Wandering Eye' to the list of publications not to give my personal attention to.

My agent is probably thanking her lucky stars that she manages Quidditch players and that flying is therapeutic, because I am currently feeling uncharacteristically furious.

Angus

Please remind me that Darcy is a grown woman and perfectly capable of standing up for herself before I go into bat for her, yeah?