anyone can play guitar

So. Who wants to go dancing?

There was going to be an extended metaphor about caterpillars into butterflies and this bloody flu being a chrysalis, but whatever, words are not my thing.

Or maybe an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan? Snotty duckling?

Anyway. If you're in need, I still have half a box of tissues and a jar of this Vicks stuff that is, frankly, some sort of Muggle magic, thanks whoever gave me that. I remember it being Elvis, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't actually.

feel horrible going back to sleep wake me up when it's time to play

Right. RIGHT YOU LOT OF DRUNKEN BUMS. It is only right and proper that at Orsino's spiritual coming-of-age celebrations we unveil a piece of splendour that could not have been possible without his genius at charms. (Note the plural NOT THE SINGLE.)

BEHOLD... THE MAP!

I'm pinning it to the thingy here, for reference. You berks with the bet, get over here and put your wands on it - YOUR WANDS, NOTE THE D - and tell it you have no shame and want it to record indelililbly your every indiscretion. Loons. Anyone else can as well, I guess. If you want.


Why is my glass empty? Who drank my drink?

( ISFP )

Biggles, done your Christmas shopping yet? Because I, of course, haven't, and I thought if I brought you along it would force me to actually achieve something. Also you could point out what you want. And I would obviously buy us both a fortifying brandy at the Leaky before we faced the horror of Diagon at this time of year.

So good to be back home. Don't get me wrong, the festival was amazing, even if it got a little weird at the end there - extremely interesting! fucking spe Rewarding! But weird. It's just really great to be back in my own space. On my own couch.

Donaghan, fair warning, I'm going to do things to your muggle entertainment equipment until it shows me Led Zep.

What
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Trivia Tuesday this week down the pub. We still on?

( Appalling number of gifs within (aka Dee's obsession with Guy Flanagan is a timesink) )

( For OOC knowledge, because Kirley doesn't like talking about interviews after the fact )

[[scribbled in Kirley's journal after Merton came out and before practise resumed following this]]

Myronicus, I love you egregiously, but if you break my cellist you're buying me a new one.

I have a new friend. She's beautiful, though obviously my heart truly still belongs to Rowena. Anyway, gentlemen, meet Georgina. So called because George Harrison had one, but I don't hold that against her at all. I'll bring her out tonight so that you can all meet her properly. Spill beer on her and die.

( Kirley's musical instruments: the reason none of his clothes fit in the closet )

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