with the wind blowin' in my hair

Tied. We were tied at the end of the season and all we could do was LOSE to the fucking Falcons. I don't care who you are or who you root for right now, but if you're a Falcons fan, stay the hell away from me. We were this close to ending the season on top. I can't even believe it didn't happen.

The good news? Finals. We'll win the cup. We have to.
The bad news? No matches for quite a few weeks now. That means more practice. Lots more practice.

No time for anything else, hear me Johnson, Moran? You hear that, too, Wood? I don't have time for anything else right now.

I live and breathe Quidditch.

I don't know if you're aware of it or not, but our win this past week put us in first place. Never mind that pesky little thing of it being a tie with Falmouth. It's still first place well and good and next week we're sure to pull ahead. A few more games and we've got the finals to think about. This season's cup is coming home to Holyhead. I guarantee it.

April 1. 1998. I don't want to think about it.

The Harpies are back on a roll. I'm itching to see the standings when they're released after this week's games. Of course, we pretty much all know where we stand, but it's good to see it all in writing. All official-like.

It's springtime and Holyhead is beautiful. I love living here. I can't imagine living anywhere else right now.

Meaghan, Joey, and Tonks
I went on a date with Oliver Wood and I'm pretty sure I liked it.

It's team policy that a missed practice and a visit from a Healer warrants sitting out a game. Which was why I didn't play tonight against the Falcons. And also, more than likely, exactly why we lost. I cannot believe we lost to the Falcons.

Good on Meaghan and Joey for leading their teams on to victory. Too bad I can't say the same about my team.

Angelina
Quinn was awful today. You're in next week.

I have never been so sick in my entire life. Just putting it out there.

Megan, Hestia, Joey, Tonks, Meaghan, Jessica
No, really. Never been this sick. I never thought I'd be in an intimate relationship with my toilet. Apologies (but not really) for how TMI that is.

Private
I need to go to St. Mungo's. But if I end up there, I won't be playing Friday against the Falcons. Or, at the very least, I'll be pleading to play against the Falcons on Friday. A trip to the hospital means no playtime that week. Team rules. I don't think I could handle not playing against the Falcons.

Meaghan, Angelina, Megan, Hestia, Tonks

I did something incredibly stupid.

What's new, right? Isn't that what I'm best at? Well, besides Quidditch of course but that's clearly the only thing I've got any sense at.

Next time I tell you that I want to try an actual relationship, remind me of that time we lost to Puddlemere, would you? I'll know what you're talking about.

Regulus

I'm sorry
I really liked you

Wood

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

6:00 game against Puddlemere tonight. In Holyhead. We've got this one, ladies. Easy.

Just so everyone knows, I will be signing at the Quality Quidditch Supplies booth at the Hogsmeade Spring Carnival this Saturday. Since I'm really really excited planning on catching Lorcan d'Eath's concert at noon, I'll be signing at 3:00. I hope you'll stop by.

Angelina
You think you're ready to play tonight? Quinn's been coughing up wads of snot all morning and the last place I want her is out on the pitch. Think you can handle it?

Back to reality now, after a weekend without Quidditch. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I need some time off every once in a while during the season. But it's the off-season, when there's no Quidditch to be had at all, that drives me nutters. Though you can usually count on the Yanks to hold a tournament or two during our off-season. They always have such strange seasons, not that they even manage to play Quidditch properly over there anyway.

Oliver Wood, you'd better make sure you practice dodging bludgers before Thursday. Because I plan on landing you on your back so hard that you'll need to call in your reserve keeper. Just a warning.

Vicky Frobisher, Ginny Weasley, Dani Chambers, Mandy Brocklehurst

Great game Saturday, all of you. I really enjoyed the chance to watch you play. It's always refreshing to see young witches who dominate the Quidditch pitch and fly circles round the wizards. I appreciate that.

Regulus

I feel better now that we got to see each other again. In person. Can we -- try again? Drinks, maybe? On me? Come to the game Thursday unless you want to see me sooner.

Hestia & Megan

I'm giving him another shot. I like him. Is this me being daft? Or desperate?

Meaghan, Angelina, Megan, Hestia, Tonks

Really, why are men such asses?

And, do any of you know much about Rainer Savage? I think she's an auror.

And, do any of you know much about Rainer Savage? I think she's an auror.

We're on a streak, and I'm pretty sure it's not going to end any time soon. If you're not currently supporting the Harpies ... what's wrong with you? No, seriously, what's wrong with you?

I am, however, looking forward to our off-week. It'll be nice to relax a bit and not only not worry about our own game, but all the others, too.

Regulus

Hey, look, I'm sorry if I offended you about the just being about a shag thing. I'm no good at this shite, you know, so I tend to err on the side of "this is just a string of bloody fantastic nights in bed and nothing more than that" ... so you can call your little doggie off me. I don't have time for her shite.

If there's one thing I've learned throughout my career it's to ignore the press. If you're doing well, they're waiting for you to fail. If you're doing poorly, that's all they can talk about it. If you're seen talking with anyone of the opposite gender, you're running off to elope. Last time I checked, England doesn't allow polygamy, and I doubt a trip to Gretna Green is in my cards. Also, I've learned that when you ARE attached, the press can't wait for a messy break-up. It's one of the consequences of the job, I guess. It's not a good thing, but I've learned not to care much.

Besides, James Potter is so in love with his wife that there's absolutely no reason he'd ... stop it Gwen, you're being ridiculous.

Now, by way of perpetuating the best of the rumors, who wants to go drinking tonight?

Bloody hell it's frigid out. It's a good thing I love Quidditch as much as I do. And a good thing I'm brilliant at self-warming charms too. Because Wales must be under some kind of freezing cloud. Oh, it's not snowing. It would be better if it was snowing though. At least then it would look nice, instead of this disgusting grey. Grey grey grey GREY. I can't even concentrate on my batting drills, really. If only the sun were shining. Or it was snowing ...

Just half a year now until the finals. I know that the Harpies will make it. We have to.

All I know is that next time we have a match against Puddlemere, we'll win. The thing I hate most in this world is losing to Puddlemere United. Honestly. The smug looks on their faces, especially that kid Oliver Wood. His first year off the reserve team and he already thinks he's the best thing given to Quidditch fans this century. Newsflash: He's not. And I hardly think he'll ever be.

( gwenog jones )