Rowan Sigmund Troy

[Private to Beth]
So, I was wondering if you'd like to laugh in my face please do so now come over to my flat tomorrow night. I decided to make some pasta and was hoping you could try it out with me.... if you aren't terribly busy of course.
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[Private - Bell-Troys can read]
Please reassure me that I'm doing the right thing in asking Beth Abercrombie on a date. Pleasepleaseplease.

And I swear if you make fun of me, I will hurt you all! With vicious rhetoric!
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Ugliest fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

[Private to Ty]
Sorry about that game, mate. Wasn't too bad though, tied all the way up until the Snitch was caught was what I heard. Must have been a bloody fucking show. Anyway, the Prides v. Falcons game was sick. The Falcons tore the Prides a new one to be sure. Cao was relentless, as per usual, so no surprise there. And that Harper bloke has some mad flying abilities. He's got great form, and some times, you don't even bloody see him. It was still a massacre, but funny enough, I think that if he hadn't been hit by that nasty bludger early on, the Prides would have put up one hell of a fight. Seems to me like that was as good a strategy as ever. Take out Harper; win the game. Pass it around.

Also, I've got some more notes for you if you need them. Unless you just want to vegetate for a while with your ginger girl, in which case I'll totally understand.
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[Private to Cao]
You were brilliant, but you don't need me to tell you that. You already know. Have fun.
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[Private to River]
So one of them won and the other lost. Good thing you and I don't play. Don't know how we could stand it really.
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Ugh.

So my brother's holding hands with a girl, huh?


Yeah, major gossip there. Least it wasn't a male.

All I need's a banjo, and we'll have ourselves a rootin tootin ole time! 'Cept of course of the fact I'm seeing everythang in yeller.

Fucking sickening.

And I don't mean the boyband dancing rubbish.


[Private to the Wood Family]
Anything you need, let me know.
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[Private to Family]
That is the most fucked up thing I have ever heard in my entire life. Doesn't help that she's a Hufflepuff, so even though she's not family, it still hurts as if it had been family. Who the fuck would do something like that? And for what purpose? I can't even fathon....
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All right. This isn't too bad.


BUT WHY AM I PURPLE?

[Private: Bell-Troys Can Read]
Shit. Shit. Shit. Slytherins today. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! HUFFLEPUFFS TOMORROW!

Cao, I swear, I'll forgive you on Sunday. PLEASE MAKE ME UNCONSCIOUS TOMORROW. PLEASE!

The worst part about this is the wait. I CAN'T STAND THE WAIT!

AND TYREE AND RIVER OWE ME AND CAO MASSIVE APOLOGIES. MASSIVE. Especially River
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Brace yourselves, Hufflepuffs. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a doozy.

[Private: Beth]
Here's hope hoping I land in your bed tomor

[Private: Bethany]
I can't help but wonder if I'm going to land in your bed again tomorrow. How are you feeling?
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Is it a bad sign when your owl proclaims her undying love to you and then proceeds to insult you about how you're filing papers incorrectly?

I never though I'd want to hide from my own owl. And I could swear that I had the paws of a Basset Hound for like fifteen minutes. WHAT THE BLOODY FECK? Yesterday, I was speaking Gaelic like my Great Great Grandad, and today I'm a dog, and Isa (which is what Isabella insists that I call her) is fawning all over me.




I need a drink.

[Private - Bell-Troys can read]
Congrats on your win, Ty, but you already knew that.

I feel terrible for the Abercrombies. Did you happen to catch their faces at the funeral? I couldn't help but feel sad right along with them. Is it obvious that I I want to make sure Beth is all right. Out of all of them, she's the one I'm most worried about considering it was her twin and all. What should I do? Not like I want to just be all like 'HI BETH! WHATCHA DOIN'? LET'S HANG, YEAH, RIGHT?'

I suck.
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Máthair dar péitseog caibléir. Mé labhairt Gaelach.


( Translation )

[Private - Troys and Bells can read]
I never want to attend another funeral as long as I live. I figure that I won't really notice my own, since, you know, I'll be dead and all. Still, one down, three to go. Yes, I am planning on attending all of them, in particular, the Abercrombies. It's really a shame. All these people had such potential in their lives, and in an instant, they're all gone. What in the bloody feck is going on? It's like every time we blink someone dies or something happens or someone gets hurt.

Anyway, I don't want to think any more on this until tomorrow obviously. Ty, I probably won't see you in person until after the match, so good luck. Rip them to shreds, will you? Never was a big Bats fan, and their PR Manager is just atrociously ignorant, not to mention a cow and a belligerent fool. She treats her poor assistant like dirt. IN FRONT OF PEOPLE! I've witnessed this myself. Crazy loon of a woman. Anyway.... just... be careful and do well. I'll be in the stands as per usual. And I sorry about the other day
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I've got a lot of work to do, since I was gone for a few days on business. It's just sort of piled up, but good thing Riv is here to help me. Don't think I could find my way out of this mess for another week, but with Riv's help, we'll probably be back up to speed within two days. It doesn't help either that these funerals are all back to back, not that it's anyone's fault really, but it does take away a bit of time from the day. Of course, I'm more than happy to attend, just to be there in case anyone needs me. Still, it makes you seriously want to apply for a Time Turner. Being in two places at once is actually quite helpful in certain cases. Not in today's case, as I wouldn't want to be consoling people and at the same time wondering what my earlier self was organizing with Riv back at the office. Plus, it's got to be bloody exhausting, reliving your day over and over again but in different places. I dunno. Freaks me out a bit. And I don't think I'm smart enough or cunning enough to pull something like that off.

( You can never go wrong with family, no matter how dysfunctional you are. Family is everything. )