Roger Marcel Davies

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I know this is week thanks to general life getting in the way (insane training thanks to the captain, girlfriend, and general shenanigans) but the Prides have made it to the championship. The Falcons put up an incredible defense honestly thought for a moment we were going to be defeated by those drunks and played a wicked game.

So. To the championship, then!

That awkward moment when your owl likes your muggle girlfriend more than it likes you.

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I am a criminally lotharious Chaser.

I made the Irish national team. I...well, I have to admit I am quite floored by the news... the years of hard work really paid off; for once I don't have any sarcastic quips.

Things that I currently know:

1. We won the match after an incredible 20-hour game. I'm proud that I was able to last the 20 hours despite Meaghan wanting to sub me out for rest. Cheers to everyone who stuck with us, and cheers to the Wasps, they did a fantastic job.

2. After the match I went out with some mates and some team members instead of sleeping. I do not remember anything but blurred bits and pieces. I somehow made it to Erica's place some time this (Monday) morning. I think I... cheated on Erica. I can't remember. Fuck

3. I have the worst hangover I have ever had in my entire life. I will never drink again. I can't even see straight.

4. My kneazles are probably out of food, as I wasn't expecting to be gone for so long. Mandy... will you feed them?

5. I am going to go die of alcohol poisoning now.

I can deal with being soulless, I seem to operate on that boundary anyway.

Saturday is a bit of a conflicted day for me; not only is it the first match of the playoffs but it is also St. Patty's day. Being the proper Irish lad I am (even if I was raised in Northeast London from the time I was two) I feel the calling to drink green beer and attempt to do a drunken jig... and yet, I have to stay focused for this match. I am fairly sure Meaghan has lost her mind and currently channeling Oliver's rabid enthusiasm for grueling practices and more complex training plays... not to mention the strict diet. When the play-offs are over I am going to binge on buttery, sugary and every other delicious-yet-bad-for-you ingredient possible.

Either way, if I remember the festivities on Saturday from a win or from Irish debauchery I will be very disappointed.

I have two perfectly good reasons why my everything-is-back-to-normal celebration will be infinitely better than yours.

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[Hannah]
Are you alright? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable... the potion and all that mess, you know?

[Harry]
So I take it the research on the chocolates worked, then? Is everything alright on your end again?

[Lee]
Sooo... who did you end up sharing the dinner with?

[Mandy]
Still in luuuvvv with Lavender?

[Warded to Mandy]
I'm quite worried about Hannah with the divorce and all. Do you think I should take her out to cheer her up? Maybe somewhere nice? Could you recommend anywhere?
End Ward

Edited to add
I don't just date blondes!

Well, I'm hurt; I thought I made a lovely woman last Halloween.

It feels rather insensitive to gloat about the win over the Wasps on Monday given our next match on Monday is against the Falcons. I hope Adrian makes a full and speedy recovery.

Seems to be a rather tumultuous time as of late, especially given the banning of magical children in muggle schools. While I wouldn't exactly say my sympathies lie with the Inclusionists I am failing to understand the logic behind the protectionist, knee-jerk reactionary measures our government is taking. Then again, this is coming from someone who prefers to live in muggle London for the privacy it offers. Though, I DID hear some muggles talking about Quidditch on the Tube the other day and I am sure they were muggles, given they botched a few of the words and one wistfully mentioned how nice it would be to own a 'magic broom'.

On a lighter note, I can't be the only person looking forward to the opening of the new chocolate shop, can I (please don't kill me, captain, I swear I'll just eat two one)?

The weather has really been throwing me through a loop lately; from 14c, sunny days right into -2c with snow, to days with 60km gusts of wind... Honestly, I just want spring to come again, I can not make my body believe five in the afternoon is an acceptable time for twilight.

It is right awful about that boy in the muggle school. I wish I could wrap my head around the mentality to physically attack what you don't understand. I don't know if you can really blame the person on this act just for being a muggle... after all, if muggles were prone to violence at the drop of any magic there wouldn't be intermarriage with them. Clearly some don't buy into the attack-first-ask-questions-later. I also am unsure if her reaction can be rationalized to her religion, either. Such a precarious subject, really.

Anyway, the captain has been pushing us at a obsessive pace even Oliver Wood would envy for the up-coming big match against the Wasps; I wasn't able to catch the match with the Harpies due to extended practice hours but I heard it was a spectacular game.

Now I am off for my evening run. Or I will say I am off for my run when I will really loaf around my apartment with the kneazles.