Roger Davies

Last night, instead of showing up to go to the pub, Cormac sent me a girl. He's been saying for months that I needed to get laid, and although I agree with him wholeheartedly, I really didn't expect that.

I suppose I should be grateful that he didn't offer to do the job himself.

Oh, God. Bad mental image.

Anyway, Alexis was a very sweet girl, and even a Quidditch fan, but I'm not quite alright with sleeping with girls that have been paid to be around me, and that I don't know from Adam. Eve. Whatever. I'm sure Cormac got her from Reilly, so that'll make the next time I see her interesting.

"So Roger? how was your shag with the little brunette?"

Except Reilly wouldn't ever say that. She probably wouldn't even think it, but I'd be thinking that she was thinking it, anyway.

Whatever. He'll get thanked, and he'll never be the wiser.

Got a passel of fantastic gifts from friends; Mum and Dad sent vouchers and Honoria sent a card with a cryptic message; I should probably go and see her soon.

Astoria sent a pensive memory. In all the years that I played in school and professionally, I had never actually seen myself fly. Was a singular experience. Appreciative, angry, and a bit sad all at the same time. Must remember to do something nice for her, soon.

Am 28 years old. Life isn't exactly where I thought it would be, but it's not all bad, either.