wayne flynn hopkins

If Alison doesn't stop popping into random rooms and singing happy birthday ta me I'm goin' to go nuts! I was thrilled when Tom gave me the entire day off, but I didn't sign up for this! I almost forgot it was even today until she asked me what kind of cake I wanted.

Stopped by to see my Mum this morning. It wasn't the same with my Dad in the camps, but he managed to get a note to me through some of the Order members we're in contact with through getting people to safely to the renegades. I love eating at the Macmillan's, but there is nothing like a homemade breakfast from her. Makes me miss her. And worry of course. She doesn't seem lonely living in the community all by herself, but she's good at hiding that from me.

But anyway! I am thrilled to see the rest of my Puffle Pack today. In small groups of course. Hah!

(HEXED PRIVATE TO MEMBERS OF DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY)

I am proud to announce to all of ya that I cast my first wholly successful Patronus this afternoon behind the Macmillan residence. I've been going and going for months and wasn't producing anything other than little silver whisps, so you'll have to excuse me if I'm leaping around in excitement and doing dances that haven't seen the light since the 70's.

I think it's a Pine Marten? But I can't be completely sure because they look so similar to weasels and several other things, but I'm almost sure. That's what I'm calling it at least, because I've just looked at about a dozen pictures of them and it matches.

Congratulatory owls are accepted, especially considering I think I am the last DA member to learn how to do this. At least give me the credit that I'm also one of the newest, so yeh.

How is it that on my day off from the Leaky I manage to get kicked in the chest by one of the horses? She was perfectly fine until a fox came leaping out of nowhere and that was the end of it. Needless to say I'm not getting up for the rest of the night if I can help it. Alison was there instantly and Mrs. Macmillan had a potion for the pain almost instantly after I was quickly evaluated, but I can't really shake that sudden burst of pain sensation and I'm fairly sure the bruises on my chest are going to look stellar. Can't say I didn't think that it could never happen, but she was so calm seconds earlier.

Anyway, I need to eat something because I'm pretty sure the potion's not settling well.

two years later
FINLAYSTONE, SCOTLAND - MACMILLAN FAMILY HOME
June 27, 2006

So apparently hippo milk is pink?

Information that I didn't need to know, but after working until two in the morning bar tending and then working at the Leaky from 8-4 I've come home and am convinced that I will do nothing for the next little while but sit in this exact place with the TV on and poke around on these journals. I basically have no brain power left for thought production.

Speaking of journals, this literally is my first time hopping on this bandwagon of Wizarding entertainment, so bare with me as I figure out all the nifty tricks and how everything functions.

I'm Wayne by the way, and my heater is broken as it pours down freezing cold rain outside. That and the window in the living room doesn't exactly shut all the way. How do scribbled out things work? Can you lot erase the scribble and read my deepest, darkest thoughts?

( 'Cause baby you're a firework! come on, show 'em what you're worth! )