Daphne Greengrass

This is going to be the best week - ever. My birthday, then my suspension is up, then my PlayWizard issue comes out!

Not that I particularly care much about politics, but, I know everyone is dying for my two knuts on the topic.

Your body, your mind, your choice. Because, seriously, no one should have to remember something that traumatic.

It's just like I believe that if a woman is raped she should not be forced to keep the baby, right? Because that's completely unreasonable. It's sort of like this. These people had something awful forced upon them and then now they're being required to carry around the results from it when there's a way to get rid of it?

I mean, seriously. I get the whole "Always remember!" bull, but that's what history books are for. If you don't want your memories wiped - your choice. But don't ruin the lives of the people who want them gone.

Derek Bramley, you are DEAD!

DEAD!

Just because that ref was bent more than a U-Bend and let you go whenever you flashed that obsequious little grin of yours does not mean I will let you get away with blagging, blatching, blurting and cobbing ME without penalty!

Lets see those Healers fix that perfect nose of yours after I finished with it! And you seem real slick at holding onto MY broomstick, but you certainly let yours slip from your hands rather quickly when I pushed you off, you bloody wanker! I may be benched for the next month, but I swear to Merlin if I had the chance again I'd hex off more than all your body hair!!

Roger, darling, it looks like the secret is out.

Trace! Pans! I have a penthouse suite reserved for us in Milan for the fashion show. Saturday and Sunday since we need a day of shopping.

Anything else we need?

Private to Tracey

Tracey!! She's going to marry that total bastard!

Adrian, darling, your mum is a PEACH!!

Private to Tracey and Pansy

I'M GOING TO BE IN PLAYWIZARD!! The May issue!! Isn't this amazing?! I LOVE the Tulips!!!

Oh Rio! It's just amazing! I woke up early and flew down to the beach and got some sun before practice which was JUST what I needed to unwind before the game! I love the beaches down here!

After we win our game today there's going to be a beach party. Tropical drinks, dancing, the works! You should all come help us celebrate our inevitable victory.

Does anyone else who's here want to come sunbathe with me tomorrow morning? I recommend it!

We're going to the Swish and Flick tonight. Tracey, we should be there by 8. Pansy? 7:30. Dress to impress, there will be photographs!

That tropical holiday was exactly what I needed! Pansy, you are such a natural at this SpokesWitch thing. I credit myself with finding you for mum! The ad looked fabulous!

And now back to dreary London - void of tropical umbrella drinks and sandy beaches. So annoying. I think once I've reached the point where I can be an eccentric Quidditch star I'm going to buy a yacht that can fit a Quidditch pitch and just sail the Caribbean.

Cho darling, sorry I missed Milan! Was it gorgeous? How's wherever your Honeymoon is?

Everyone planning on trying out for Tutshill better be on their game. We plan on giving you one hell of a tryout.

I need you to come to Hogwarts with me. Right now if you can.

Australia was absolutely revitalizing. We won our International! Which was fortunate, because these Aussie boys are very gracious losers. And I'm not so much, at all. But they bought us, well, Pansy and me, drinks and took us all over Australia to the hottest parties. Pansy had the hottest guy practically playing her personal tour guide! I'm talking gorgeous. He was Seeker for the Warriors, and I swear this guy would beat any boy here in a Pretty Contest. He better owl you, Pans.

Anyways!! What did I miss?

It bloomed!! And it's snowing outside!

It's purple and it's so beautiful!

What colours did you guys get?

Tracey!! I've had the week of hell practices, seriously, it's been awful. I practically lived on the pitch this past week and totally missed the auction for Wood. Though I see it didn't stop you from bidding over 300 galleons of my money on him, but still! You'd have looked so much better on his arm than Patil will.

Let me make it up to you? This weekend we can spend the day at Elysium and get our hair and make up done and go shopping for stunning clothes and have an outrageously expensive dinner at Chez Armand. My treat! I know I'm not quite Oliver Wood, but we'll still have fun. Forgive me?

Cho, darling, do you have plans tonight? Say no, because I have presents and a desire to go out and have some drinks tonight. You had a birthday this weekend, yes?

Mummy is insisting on hosting a dinner for the friends and family of the Tutshill Tornados on November 1st to celebrate the start of the Quidditch season. You two are invited, of course, if you'd like to attend. It'll be at the Paragon at 7 pm sharp. Mummy's paying for everything too, isn't she the best!?

Merlin I can't believe I am defending a Hufflepuff.

There is nothing wrong with small dogs, people. In fact, small dogs are much better than cats or big dogs. They can fit in your purse, for one, and don't freak out everytime you leave the house. If you train them right, they don't destroy all of your possessions when they play. They're like a baby, only without the crying and the diaper changing and the breast feeding and the looking like a small alien thing. Which means they are better, of course.

I got Dai Llewyn this summer. He's the greatest puppy ever. So much better than one of those gaudy poodles or ugly big dogs. Or cats who don't bloody do anything. I mean, what's the point of having a dog if you can't bring them wherever you go? Dai goes flying with me, and I can Apparate with him, and Birch lets me bring him to all our practices. He's pretty much the perfect pet.

So everyone who is saying all of this ridiculous stuff about small dogs being useless or ugly or like a cat? Seriously? Get a small dog. Because you'll eat your words. And I hope you choke on them.

Thanks!

( My little Dai Llewyn )

So, Tracey, darling! I hope you took off work today. Because if you didn't I'll have to Owl in for you since I have plans and you aren't allowed to ruin them with silly things like work. Besides - it's your birthday! And I reminded Daddy about that, and he said I should take you (and Pansy, if you want to come, darling) and make a day out of it on him.

We'll be having a light brunch at Blackbird cafe before heading down to Elysium for a full day at the spa! Then, after indulging in some well deserved shopping, we'll dine at Chez Armand for dinner and finish off our night at the Swish and Flick to send your birthday out in style. Mummy is going to be watching Dai for me, so I don't have to worry about whether or not the incompetent elves are treating him right. Poor dear.

Hurry up and get ready! Our reservations at the spa are at eleven and we need to have our brunch!

I got this owl at practice today with this journal in it. Quite exciting, let me tell you! Of course it's no wonder that I was chosen. Why wouldn't I be?

So after a few comments to Pansy Birch finally dragged me back to my broom for the rest of practice. BUT! I'm home, and then Spritzy ran me my post-practice bath, and now Dai and I are curled up on the couch reading... well, not much. Most of this is hardly interesting.

Quinn, no one cares about the colour of your journal. Get over it.

So... who all is here?