Mandy B, The Flying Ace

[warded to Mandy Brocklehurst]

I didn't win. It was expected. It was my first match as captain. I didn't win. But fuck it all, we COULD HAVE if Piper had seen the snitch just an instant sooner. Or if she'd flown faster. And next time Cormac McLaggen tries to tell me how to do my fucking job I'm going to take a beater bat and hit him over the head.

Tomorrow is Eric's birthday. Mum's invited me to dinner. What the hell happened to my family? I think that I am going to ask Cecil to accompany to the Halloween party. I haven't actually seen him since May and the Scholarship Gala.

Ugh, I hate writing in this thing.

( warded to Mandy Brocklehurst )

This week just keeps getting more and more interesting. And, orangutans are odd-looking.

[warded to Oliver Wood]
I think that we should have a chat.

( warded to Mandy Brocklehurst )

I obviously no nothing about figures for the auction, but I think that it's safe to say that it did very well again this year.

I DO NOT LOSE I should have fucking stayed in Bulgaria I need to fuck.

I played like absolute shite and I'm sorry for that I'm going to take horseback riding lessons. I saw my cousin before the match and she gave me the name of a man who'll teach me at least the basics.

My cousin's gone entirely mad, I'm certain of it. She's absolutely determined that the "thing" to do is to have a fox hunting party. Honestly, fox hunting! Mostly she is doing this because she wants to show off show how pretty she is while sitting on a horse.

I see a few problems with this for me, the first of which is that I don't know how to ride a horse. The second is... fox hunting? Seriously? That seems so cruel, and I don't really want to do it. So yes, Victoria, this is my official and public protestation against this. However, I will see you then, darling.

And now, a request... where might I take horseback riding lessons so that I don't make a fool of myself?

( warded to Mandy Brocklehurst )

( warded to Lisa )

Brilliant. I'm nearly out of that lovely French roast blend that I found on my way home from Bulgaria. Obviously this means I must return to Italy to restock, yes?

[warded to Lisa]
Oi, do we have any more of that stomach potion stuff. Only Terry is here whinging unbelievably about his stomach and I can't find anymore. And he's eaten all of your peppermint toads, which hasn't helped him because he's an IDIOT.

I feel like I'm babysitting. He's also probably going to be here in the morning so don't bother him because he isn't faking this time, the prat. Who the fuck eats all of that, anyway?

[warded to Alicia Spinnet]

We've got to talk.

[end ward]

( warded to Mandy Brocklehurst )

Tornadoes, nice job. Unfortunately, you'll have to be hell of a lot better to get past Oliver and to keep the Quaffle from me, Alicia, and Wilda. Ta, loves! It was fun.

Now I've got to get rid of this raging hangover.

( warded private to Mandy Brocklehurst )

Ministry, are you happy now?

( warded to Mandy Brocklehurst )

( warded strongly to Mandy Brocklehurst )

When I wass youngerr and wisser and ad more time, I had moRe time to daydrem and write storis. And toniht I was talKing to Edie who is rather fit but I think it was him it might have been a garden gnome as I was in the gargen. Anywa I was rememming a silly story I wrote when I was in sixth year. I now reproduce it for you:

( An Ogre Named Sue )

( warded to Mandy Brocklehurst )

( warded to Lisa Turpin )

[warded to Mandy Brocklehurst]
So, is this readable by anyone but me?
[end ward]

This time of year always makes me itchy.

[ooc note: the ward is not visible to anyone but mandy; this has been cleared with modly-types]

I just want to state for the record that I think that Anthony Goldstein is Very Mean for not letting his children have a cat. Having a pet is proven to extend the lives of their owners, because of the satisfaction and love that both exchange throughout their lifetimes. He's very CRUEL.

I am hungry. That's it. Hungry. Nothing else except hungry. I want olives.

So we're being watched in these things? What if I want to write something private in here? I guess I just won't. I guess I will simply keep to my non-magical journal and you all will have to wonder what I'm really thinking.

Actually I don't really know what to say in this thing. I'm still getting used to being in England after bouncing around all over the place since Hogwarts. And I have just got a howler. I'm being shouted at in Bulgarian now, and whoever it is seems to be very irate with me. Too bad I don't really SPEAK Bulgarian.

Have I filled this with enough meaningless fluff yet?

( mandy brocklehurst )