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[26 Jan 2008|08:39am]
[ mood | giggly ]

Everybody (except the Quidditch players, breastfeeding mothers, and tiny babies) is hungover.

Hope the match is an extra-noisy one. >:D

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[07 Jan 2008|07:32pm]
*walking Bowman up and down the corridor behind the box, talking nonsense at him, trying to stop him crying*

C'mon, wee man, stop that. Look, 'm missin' th'Quidditch f'r you, we've won an'm missin' it, doesn't that make y'happy I love you more'n Quidditch?

*smiles when he starts to settle and fall asleep*
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[04 Jan 2008|09:19pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

He's not old enough to fly yet but he's old enough to be the FUCKING CUTEST SPEURSTAR YOU'VE EVER SEEN. Wee star-shaped suit! Like off one of them cartoons Ade watches, the one about the yellow people. Is that cruel? Ade got it him for Christmas. I can't decide if it's cruel or not. It's that or the kit. And tons of heating charms, 'cause it's BITTER out.

Can't WAIT to be flying again properly. I love the wee man more than I've loved anything in my life and accident or not I wouldn't change ANYTHING about it, but still. FLYING. OH GOD. CANNOT WAIT TO BE BACK FLYING FOR REAL. I'm not actually playing in games til next season, but being back in training's gonna be good enough to start with.

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[07 Nov 2007|09:08pm]
[ mood | happy (but knackered) ]

I just got my mother to floo the hospital and make me an appointment to get permanently fixed, because NO WAY AM I DOING THAT AGAIN NO WAY NEVER NEVER NEVER NO WAY NEVER.

That said... I love him. :D :D :D One's enough, because I'll never never love anything as much as I love him. :D Everybody keeps telling me he's beautiful but he's not, really, he's just this wee squashy red bundle of limbs with mad big hair and a good proper McCormack scream on him. He's brilliant. I love him.

Bowman Alexander Brodie. :D His mum's a Keeper, his grandad was a Beater, his daddy's a Chaser, so was his granny. Seeker's the only one left, it had to be Bowman. And Alexander after my dad (and Aidan's middle name, which... kind of weird, maybe, but I don't care, and Thom doesn't mind, so.)

He's got all these tiny wee kits. XD Prides AND Scotland. (Someone brought a Magpies kit but I hope that was a joke.) He's gonna be a star. Pedigree like his, how could he not? ;)

Fuck, I'm tired.

EVERYBODY IS HERE. I forget I've got so many cousins. XD

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[05 Nov 2007|08:03am]
[ mood | IMPATIENT ]





Better: New Sleekeazy's ads are out. Me and (slightly smaller) Bump fifty feet high on the side of the stands. XD And in all the papers and all over the Alley. My grandad's not speaking to me any more, he's so ashamed. It looks good, though. Not like you can see anything, anyway, my hair's so long now.

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[20 Oct 2007|11:07am]
[ mood | FAT ]

I'm really bricking it now.

It's not the pain. I can take pain. God knows I've proved that enough over the years, heh. And we've got potions and spells and stuff anyway, if it gets too bad. I'm not bothered about that. Just... eighteen days and I'll be somebody's mother. O.O Unless he's late. I was nearly two weeks late, haha. Don't fancy that idea much. I'm so fat. I'm a WHALE. The press are having a right good time at my expense. I've never been fat before, I've always been pure muscle, but this isn't just baby-bump, I've gone all big EVERYWHERE. (Sleekeasy's better airbrush the hell out of those nudey pictures before the new ads go out or they'll be bankrupt by Christmas. XD) I feel okay, I don't hurt too much unless I'm standing or walking for a long time or sitting in the same position too long or whatever. Oh, and it's a bugger trying to get to sleep. I've always slept on my front, it's driving me mad.

But. 7th November. Wee Scorpio baby. I'm scared to death. I don't know what I'm doing. I mean, I've got a billion and one younger cousins and their kids, I've always been around babies, I know what to do with them and how to change nappies and hold them properly and all that. But I've always been able to GIVE THEM BACK before. Nobody to give him back to. Except Thom, haha. If he tries getting out of it now I'll murder him. He's still being weird. Obviously doesn't fancy fat girls. Fine.

Cannons are getting slaughtered. XD No surprises there.

I want some chips. Or something. I'm too fucking fat to move. I need slaves. They can bring me food and fan me with leaves and stuff.

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[06 Oct 2007|09:03pm]
[ mood | tired ]

FUCK. Thought we might be on a season of all-winners for a while, there. ;) Oh well. As long as we don't lose to the Magpies. Smug fuckers. Or the Wanderers, but that's hardly likely. Harpies next week, too. Let's see how this goes. Part of me wants to play Ned just to be safe. Sophie's a right cunt when she's got one on her. Still, I dunno, I think Eirlys can hold her own.

We've got people swarming all over the valley putting up massive silencing charms tomorrow. They're set to blast chunks of mountain off on Monday, but we can't have it scaring the animals to death. Or the muggles in town. I'll be glad when it's all done, I'm sick of my house looking a state. And I want to get on helping Meg with the decorating. She'll complain about me meddling, I'm sure, but as long as she refuses to move into her own place she doesn't really get a say, haha. Flóraidh gets all the fun with grandkids, I'm making the most of my wee share.

My father needs to stop going on about it being Adam's turn next, though. Because. He's still my baby, I don't care how grown-up he thinks he is. ;)

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[23 Sep 2007|08:26pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

Jeeeeeeesus. What I wouldn't give to have been up there throwing punches. >.< FUCKERS. Still, we won. :D

45 days! Starting to cack myself a bit now. (Not literally.)

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[09 Sep 2007|11:02am]
[ mood | better XD ]

I'm done having my sulk, I think. XD Sorry. I'm still FUCKED OFF I can't fly. I mean, I can FLY, but I can't do all the acrobatic competitive stuff so what's the point? Even if I'm just flying for fun I can't do it without pushing as fast as the broom goes and doing loops and dives and all sorts. Just flying in a straight line's completely pointless, I HATE IT I HATE IT. Ahahaha, I said I wasn't gonna rant. Okay. This is me, not-ranting. I'm okay, really. It was just because it was the first game of the season. I've played in that every year for over two decades now, every year since I was sixteen. I don't break habits easily. ;) At least we're doing WELL, so far. This is the best team we've had in years. I don't like transfers unless we absolutely have to, I like getting somebody young and sticking with them til they retire. I've been with the Prides my whole career, and so's Thom, Jimmy, Ned, Malcolm, Jon, and the girls. Straight from Hogwarts. Ross and Barry didn't start with us but they've been here well longer than they've been with anybody else. Now we've got the McCloys and my wee pet Scott, I hope they don't think they're being let out any time soon. ;) The old ones work so well because we're so used to each other, you're not gonna get that if you keep swapping and changing players every season like some of the other teams do. There's no point shelling out for the best player in the world if the rest of your team doesn't know how to work with them. We're sorted, I think. CUP IS OURS, AGAIN. (Please? I really will get mad if we don't win the League again this year, and nobody likes it when I get angry because things get thrown. :D)

Hahaha, Ruth from Sleekeazy's came to see me after the match yesterday about doing this shoot in the buff. I thought we'd best do it now rather than later because I'm swelling up everywhere and nobody's gonna want to see that, but she says wait a couple of weeks more. People LIKE how pregnant women look, she says, which I think's a bit pervy but whatever. It can wait a bit longer. They airbrush the fuck out of the pictures anyway, if they look like hell when they're developed they'll still make them look great in print. Twelve feet high on posters and stuff. Christ. XD

59 days to go! AHAHAHA OH HELP. Still need to sort out somewhere for the wee thing to LIVE. Get started on house extensions or something. We don't need to do a lot of shopping, the size my family is I bet we've got TEN of everything we could need just sort of laying around not being used. We've still got the old crib my granny had. Not for my mum and aunty, the crib she used herself when she was a baby. :D I'm having that, it's gorgeous. I like old stuff. Mind, I'm still going shopping for wee clothes and hats and toys and blankets and everything. LIKE I'D TURN DOWN AN EXCUSE TO SHOP. Must pin Ade, he can help, he's about the only person who can keep up with me. Or maybe I'll take Thom. He's finally starting to act a bit excited. :D I was worried for a while. Because... I dunno, I CAN look after this thing on my own, and we're sort-of together (I think?) but only since I found out about the baby and I've been kind of worrying all this time he's only hanging around because he feels like it's his DUTY or something, which I suppose it is kind of but I'd rather he just stayed mates with me than act all lovey if he doesn't mean it just because he thinks he's should, BUT now he's getting a bit :D!! over everything so I'm feeling better. That's why I'm in a better mood, probably. I was worrying. But it's sorted. I think. Jesus, why don't we ever TALK? That's what grown-ups do. We need to talk. We're having a BABY.

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[03 Sep 2007|12:00am]
[ mood | knackered and fucked off ]

*sitting just under the commentator's box because she can't stand being around the rest of the team who aren't currently playing*

Fuckers. 'Course, they'd have the best fuckin' LONGEST game soon's 'm not allowed t'fly. Fuckin' bastards.

Bumps havin' himself a wee dance party, too.

An'm not allowed no more coffee.

Fuckin' hate this. 's th'first First Game've not played in since I's SIXTEEN. 's not fair.

*hugging a squishy Speurstar hot water bottle, glaring at any players who fly too close*

*hasn't slept yet*

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[01 Sep 2007|08:37am]
[ mood | bouncy ]

WIN, PLEASE. For three reasons:

1) You don't want to disappoint an old woman on her birthday, that's not fair.
2) The Kestrels are smug bastards. Let's wipe it off.
3) We're currently the best team in the country, officially, so getting stuffed on the first match would be more embarrassing than I'm in the mood to feel, thanks.

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[21 Aug 2007|07:53pm]
[ mood | TITS! ]

JESUS, I'm getting fat. >.< Not just Bump-fat, I mean fat all over. I'm not even eating that much more than normal, I'm just turning into a fucking whale. (And my tits are like quaffles, ahaha.) Thom doesn't fancy me any more. Or he's knackered from training. ;) God, I miss that. AUGH. I'm getting frustrated and taking it out on the rest of them. Still, it's for their own good. :D

My grandad was talking about getting me a house built down in the valley, like he did for Kirley after Lennox turned up, but... I don't know. Kirley tried it for about a week, then had a freakout and moved back in here because he couldn't handle living on his own. I could handle it, I think. I just don't want to. I've lived with my mum my whole life. I don't try sponging off her like he does, I don't have to be yelled at to do my own washing or anything, I know I could live on my own. I just really really don't fancy it. :/ So, I've got to tell him that without hurting his feelings, because it's a nice offer. (Though I suppose if I ever DO move out I can have Kirley's. No point letting it go to waste. It's just there getting filled up with junk because here's overflowing.) And... well, there's my mother, me, Kirley, Lennox and Maisie here already, and Ade says we're not allowed to take over his attic because it's still his home even if he doesn't live here. It's a bit cramped as it is, and throwing a wee baby in on top? If I don't move we'll need to get a start on extensions or something. It's a big place anyway, but it FEELS small with this many people here. My grandad's always in and out, and the cousins, and the band, and the team, and Lennox and Maisie RUN EVERYWHERE like they're on fire. I'm just worried people are going to get pissed off with me adding to the trouble with a wee thing shitting everywhere and screaming all hours of the night.

78 days left!

(...holy shit, I'm going to be something's MOTHER. O.O Still not used to it!)

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[16 Jul 2007|10:12am]
[ mood | happy ]

My Aunty Flo's in a grumpy mood with me because I've got a nice neat wee bump and no puffy ankles or too much throwing up or anything, and she SUFFERED through all her pregnancies. I can't help it, I'm just lucky like that. :D It'll probably come later, ugh. Oh well. She's a good person to have around for advice and stuff, she's done it enough times. (FOURTEEN! SHE'S CRAZY!)

I think I'm sort of... with Thom? I'm not sure. It's weird. And a very backwards way of doing things - get pregnant, THEN start a relationship? Jesus, I hate that word, it's so grown-up. >.< Anyway, at that Hogwarts thing a couple of weeks back we were chatting then somehow we were snogging and his hand was up my dress in a cupboard somewhere? Nice, but weird. We've not gone out anywhere, there's just been a lot of snogging. Which is nice. Very very teenage, but nice. Maybe we should actually grow up and talk about it. PROBABLY A GOOD IDEA. We've talked about practical stuff - because we're DEFINITELY not planning on getting married or anything, we've agreed that I get to pick Bump's names as long as he gets Thom's surname. Oh, and we know it's a boy. :D He's due 7th November. And I think I know what I'm calling him (only one option, really, if he's got a Keeper for a mum, Beaters for a daddy and a grandad, and a Chaser for a granny) but I don't want to say yet. I don't know why. I just feel weird. Like it's not really real yet. He can be just Bump a bit longer.

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Kiverton's flying circles round ALL the professionals we saw when we were looking for a new player, and he's just a wee nerdy kid straight out of Hogwarts. My wee pet Keeper! He's adorable, he's so excited about everything (ahaha, and he's making the most of his new job title down the pub at nights, if all the bruises sucked on his neck are anything to go by >:D) but he's got over being in awe and he's just really cool, he was a great find. He's met most the team now and had a bit of a throw about with a couple of them. CANNOT WAIT to get them all in training for real, see how he and Eirlys fit in. I'm allowed to fly but I'm not supposed to do anything really strenuous so I'll be in a shitty mood yelling from up in the stands, probably. Scare everybody into playing the best they've ever played. :D NOT LETTING THE CUP GO NOW. NEVER.

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[28 Jun 2007|09:12pm]
*floos the boys' house to find Adie sitting on the living room carpet surrounded by bags and piles of clothes*

...what happened, tornado in y'wardrobe? XD
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[20 May 2007|10:33am]
[ mood | determined ]

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[16 May 2007|11:16pm]
[ mood | huh ]

*has FINALLY got Lennox off to sleep without having to knock him out*

*in the living room with Meg, reading through some post they brought home from work*


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[30 Apr 2007|07:58pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

*stomping around the office, too worked up to sit still*

Fuckin' bitch needs a pickaxe taken t'her empty fuckin' head.


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[22 Apr 2007|04:42pm]
[ mood | jubilant ]

*FINALLY escapes from the press room*

*hasn't let go of the League Cup yet*

*slowly makes her way up to the VIP area where the posh bar is, being hugged and kissed by everybody on the way who wants a grope of the Cup*

*marches through the doors and GRINS*


*points her wand at the jukebox, turns the music up, then holds the Cup above her head*

Good goin', kids. Y've made an old woman very very happy. :D

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[12 Apr 2007|08:15am]
[ mood | miserable ]

I'm down in London housesitting for a bit while Ade's off screwing the Griffith kid. Dogsitting, kinda. I know it's Aidan's, too, but it's not fair to dump a hyperactive puppy on him just so's Ade can go out having fun. He did say he'd be back every couple of days, but I dunno. He'll get a fucker of a headache flooing that far that often, that's why Dory can't go.

Plus - good practice, I suppose. Looking after something. Eh.

Anyway, I can't stay at home, my mother's sending me fucking mental. Doesn't want me flying, doesn't want me seeing my mates in case I forget I'm not supposed to get ratarsed, doesn't want me mucking stables, doesn't want me doing ANYTHING, and she's ganged up with my grandad and given me this massive list of stuff I'm suddenly not allowed to eat, places to go shopping for wee clothes and furniture and fucking fluffy teddies and the rest. I'm going MAD. Anybody'd think nobody in the world ever got pregnant before. It's not THAT BIG. It's not THAT SPECIAL. Aunty Flo's had thirteen. It's old news. I wish they'd stop all their fussing. I'm losing my mind. >.<

Should probably start figuring out who put it there telling people. Heh. Ade just thinks I'm a grumpy cow because I'm on the rag. THAT'S FUNNY.

It's okay, I think. Now. I'm a bit more used to it. Just a bit of a FUCKING SHOCK. Apparently I'm one of the 0.5% of people whose charms suddenly decide they're not working. Fucking great. I like kids, I'm good with them, I'm one of the few people in the world who can keep Lennox under control, and I've been running my charity's off-season Quidditch schools for YEARS (and no it's NOT so's I can get a nice holiday to Mexico and Africa, Kirley, so shut the fuck up) and that's what I always said I wanted to do full-time after I got too old to play in the League. Just. Never expected THIS. This was never any part of any plan. I mean, it was part of the plan when Aidan was still around, but never since.

It's a good thing, really. I'm feeling better about it, I'm not going to go sticking coathangers up me or anything. It's just unexpected. I hate not being in control, ask anybody on the team. I hate having good plans ripped up like this.

Should tell Aidan's mum and dad, really. Not like it's anything to do with them, but I feel like I should.

Haha, it's just confusing, now. Living with another Aidan for a bit. Wonder what the press'd make of this, if they knew? (They're not going to, it's none of their fucking business.)

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[05 Apr 2007|08:36pm]
[ mood | enraged ]

*storms into the living room*

Th'blue potion tells me 'm pregnant. Thought y'should know. YOU *points at her mother* say anythin' about me screwin' up th'team, I'll burn th'fuckin' stadium down. YOU *points at her grandad* say anythin' about me havin' t'get married now, I'll wring y'r neck and push you off th'cliff.

No, I don't know whose it is.

No, 'm not fuckin' happy.


*storms back out*

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