Celeste Wood

This shit is really pissing me off.

I've got the next two weeks free! Quidditch break!

So that means, I'm going to have as much fun as possible with my friends. I need to catch up with you lot. Tomorrow, unfortunately, has been claimed by my mum. We're going shopping, but every other day I'm available. I think we can all use some fun in our lives, especially with all of the drama. Let me know if you want to get together sometime, guys.

It will be interesting to see if any of you get on to Puddlemere within the next few years. I think a spot is opening up soon, actually. It's floating around that one of our beaters is going to be taking leave next summer. He hasn't confirmed it, but it's pretty much obvious by how he's avoiding the subject at all costs. Still, it'll be interesting to see who replaces him. Maybe one of you kiddos. That'd be pretty cool actually.

I heard Hufflepuff won the game on Saturday. Sad I missed it. My sister wasn't too thrilled with me for missing it, but I had practice. Dad told me that the game was really good, though.

I really, truly wish people would stop dying.

R.I.P Rosmerta. You'll be missed.

I've got practice in an hour, so I've got to jet.

[Private to Molly]

I offered to help with the search, so I'll be gone tonight. I'll do the cooking tomorrow, okay?

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[Private to Order]

I told my dad I'd help him with the search. I'll be going with him wherever he's assigned to look for Mrs. Figg. Just thought I'd let y'all know.

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Bloody hell, I am tired.

What in the hell is going on over there at Hogwarts? I guess I can't even say that, because some of the older people folk are in there too...

Teddy, how come you never told me you and James were macking on the same girl? Naughty, naughty...
I'm being sarcastic. If you couldn't tell.

I'm going to the Cannons vs. Tornados game today. It should be fun.

Quidditch practice last night was rough. Captain wanted to do an evening practice so we could be prepared in case the next match lasts until dusk. Well, so much for that. One of our beaters ran into one of the posts at the practice pitch and broke his nose, so practice was called early. Which I was really fine with -- my head was killing me by the end of it.

I just had lunch with my mum. She said the Ministry got word about drug dealers in Hogsmeade. I swear to Merlin if anyone gets my baby sister high on that, I will strangle you.

That little rally Mol's sister put together was quite brilliant... until some little shits threw eggs. I tried to go after them, it was some kids, but they managed to get lost in the crowd. Lucky them, because I would have screamed at them. Probably kids of the Knights, I bet, with those manners.

Alright, time for some supper.

What the....I just saw Mrs. Potter the other day, what the hell?

People are stupid.

[Private to Molly]
Sorry I had to jet so early, but if your parents haven't come storming in to wake you up, you should take a look at the Daily Prophet. It's probably in the kitchen.
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I think the Captain is going to run us straight into the ground. I am so incredibly tired. I've got the day off, so I think I'm going to catch up on sleep and then help out around the flat. Sorry Mol, for being a complete disaster these last few days.

Dad's been asking me to go out to lunch with him and mum, but I think I'm going to put it off. I'm just not in the mood for that at all. No offense to my parents or anything. I love them and all, but going out to lunch and talking about everything and anything on my one day off for the week sounds completely unappealing. Does that make me heartless? I sure hope not.

Bloody hell, I heard about Celestina Warbeck early this morning. I know -- I'm a little late, don't talk about it. That's pretty sad. I know my grandparents were fans of hers, I think my mum liked her a bit too. It wasn't really my thing really, but I can appreciate a good singing voice when I hear one. R.I.P Celestina!

Wow. That was a wicked party. Thanks to everyone that came and all of the gifts. I'm sooo tired. I drank way too much, but I really need to help Molly clean. I've wanted to do nothing but sleep.

I guess I'll go help Mol. Don't want to leave her to do everything.

First off: I'm really sorry for the Valario family. That's horrible and I can't believe he's dead... I didn't know Horatio really well, met him twice actually, but he was quite nice.

Second: My birthday party is tonight! Be there or be square!

My birthday is in just a few days! The big 2-1! I'm excited, you know. I think I'll be holding a small party at me and Molly's flat. It's going to be wicked, let me tell you.

Let me know if anyone's interested. Kiddos -- stay in school. Don't let little ol' me get you in trouble.

First and foremost... I heard from my dad that Genevieve (my sister) made the Gryffindor Quidditch Team! I'm very happy for you, Gen!

Secondly, Quidditch practices have been insane. And then all of the extra work I've been doing for the Order for my dad and his friends has been rough. I'm still pissed about those St. Mungo's rumours. Who in their right mind would do something like that? Damn!

I've got the day off today, which means I'm restocking on food in the flat and cleaning up. Very fun, I know.

I've also come to the conclusion that it's really lonely not having a roommate or something. I got used to Hogwarts, where I had four other girls to chat it up and a few blokes too. Now, I come home to silence. Very spooky.

My cat is being obnoxious. He's putting his fat arse in my lap and begging me for attention. Can't you see, Mr. Wiggles? I'm writing here.

Hope the lot of you at Hogwarts is doing alright. I'm out for some shopping.

I am exhausted.

Quidditch practice at Hogwarts is NOTHING compared to professional. My back is killing me!

I heard those fliers made their way into Hogwarts, I really suggest ignoring them. They are silly and mean nothing at all. Someone's just trying to rile up the students and teachers, make chaos at Hogwarts.

My dad and I are having lunch in a few. I almost don't want to get out of bed, but dad would not be pleased if I flaked on him.

Waking up to your father shouting for you in the floo is a really disturbing way to wake up. It must've been like six in the morning.

He asked if I wanted to help clean up at Diagon Alley with him and a few others. Of course I obliged. I wouldn't say no to something like that. Clean-up took forever, but it was worth it. Got rid of all of the scummy fliers. Who does that, seriously?

On a much, much more cheerful note -- first day of practice as a real, professional  Keeper tomorrow. I'm thrilled. It's going to be brilliant.

Hope you lot at Hogwarts are having fun.