11 November 1984 @ 01:49 am
JOY!  
He had almost made it through a full season of his retirement without losing his mind.

Finn knew, deep down, deep deep down, that hanging up his broomstick had been for the best. He had a young family to watch grow, he'd been playing for a decade, and he'd won his cups. He was famed internationally, and he had the rest of his life to do whatever the hell he wanted, because he was just that. Damn. Good.

So why on Earth was he ready to pull his bloody hair out?

"Joy!" he called over his shoulder, digging through the kitchen cabinets. It had taken some adjusting, but he'd thought he'd gotten the hand of helping with the groceries, and the dishes, and the cleaning, and whatever else have you, but it seemed like since they'd dismissed the maid (as the two came from muggle backgrounds and house-elves were just creepy) because Finn did not like waking up to another woman doing all the housework that they could do themselves, they'd fallen out of any sort of routine. Finn hated admitting fault or a need for help, but with the mess in the kitchen and the lack of food, it was starting to feel like he was a bachelor again, only this time with four loud mouths to feed.

And that wasn't counting their dogs.

"Joy! We've got nothing to eat!" he shouted again, leaning over the counter in the kitchen to send his voice down the hallway.
 
 
06 September 1983 @ 03:47 pm
Axe's Anniversary of Birth!!!!  
Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"

enter funkybuddha club )
 
 
28 March 1980 @ 09:40 am
Owl to Joy Diserafino's Friends  
speedy owl )
 
 
16 March 1980 @ 06:08 pm
[Sadface Finn!]  
Sometimes it really sucked that Finn was the captain of the United. Like, you'd think it wouldn't affect her, but it did! Like, for example, it was because he was captain that he had even less time at home than the rest of the team. Or how because he was captain there was even more spotlight and publicity shined on them than the rest of the team's families. Or when the United lost a championship after practically waltzing on in and taking two in a row, it was because he was captain that he was taking the loss ten million times harder than anyone else on the team and making it very difficult--very confusing, still, after all the advice--for Joy to know what to do with him.

He'd slept late that morning, like late late, like she had gotten up a good two and a half hours before him when it was usually the other way around (okay well he usually had practice, but whatever IT WAS WEIRD). And once he had finally hauled himself out of bed, he basically just plopped himself down on the couch. With Cormac. Doing nothing.

She would have said this was worse than the shower, except the shower had been wet, so Joy supposed this wasn't worse, but---she'd gotten through the shower thing, somehow, and now he was posing her with another problem and goodness GRACIOUS this man was high maintenance shewasneverlettinghimcallherthatagainHEWASOBVIOUSLYWORSE!

Joy leaned against the archway to the kitchen as she watched him, biting down on her lip hard. Should she call Tibs? Or threaten to call Tibs? Because like, it had been a day now and he seriously couldn't be mad at her for wanting to do something to make him talk to her, could he? ... On second thought, no, she still didn't want to go there. But like!!!

Sigh.

Pushing off the wall, she stepped carefully into the living room until she got to the couch, and plastered a wide smile on as she tilted her head in an attempt to catch his eye. Outside, she looked happy and energetic as normal, but inside she was preparing herself to crash and burn. "You want lunch? I'm going to make some!"
 
 
20 November 1979 @ 09:01 pm
Joyyyy  
Finn had really underestimated the hyper activeness of a room full of toddlers.

As Joy let out last of the party stragglers, Finn leaned against the back counter of the kitchen, yawning greatly. Cormac could barely walk, how he and his little friends had managed to run into every room of the house was completely beyond him. There were streamers thrown about every piece of furniture, his cushions were stained with cake and candy-coated handprints, and Finn really didn't want to know about the dirty diaper bin they'd set up in the bathroom.

His nose scrunched as Joy returned, and he lifted his chin to point at their son, who was passed out like a log in a nearly upside down position on the couch. Thankfully everything had been charmed for an extra bounce because of all the little ones running into things, but they should probably move him before he twitched and fell to the ground.

Eh, in a minute.

"That was the wildest party I've ever been to in my life."
 
 
21 January 1979 @ 04:56 am
Joy  
Graeme sat at the table in the small coffee shop with his hands around his mug, staring down into the tawny colored liquid as he stirred it with his spoon, watching it spin like a whirlpool. He probably hadn't stopped stirring since he had gotten his drink. It was already his second cup of coffee, because he had gotten there so early. It wasn't like he had forgotten what time he was supposed to meet her or anything, but he just wanted to be ready. He felt like he was getting ready to go into some sort of audition or something, where he needed to memorize his lines and repeat them back just so or else he wouldn't get the part. He just wanted to make things right with her, and he knew that he had a tendancy to say the wrong things, and do the wrong things when it came to Joy, so...he wanted to make sure he knew what he wanted to say to her before he just went rambling on like he usually did. That never ended well.

He brought the cup up to his lips and tilted it back to get a sip, looking over the rim of the mug to catch site of the blonde who was walking through the door, making the little bell jingle to let the waitress know someone else was here and they needed to be seated. God, he hated that little bell...the Diner used to have one before he 'accidently' broke it after the 4th day. 

He swallowed the warm liquid and shifted in his seat before he rose to his feet, waiting for her to make her way over to him. His fingers fidgeted at his side before he just slid them into his jeans, his mouth curving into a small and somewhat nervous smirk as he looked down at her once she was at the table. "Hi. Uh, I...here." He pulled out her seat and had her get situated before he took a seat of his own at the other side. He hadn't seen her in so long. The last time he had actually seen her, she was in a hospital bed right after giving birth. "So...you look good. Not that you didn't before, but it's a new kind of good...or, well, an old kind of good maybe because the other good was kind of the new kind, but...you look good." He mentally kicked himself and took a sip of his coffee. 

Oh, after that he was really glad that he had rehearsed the important stuff.
 
 
Current Mood: nervous
 
 
16 January 1979 @ 12:08 am
 
Who: Tibs McLaggen, Joy Diserafino, and Finn McLaggen
What: LOL
Where: LMAO
When: TODAY

...if these two brothers could have been any more different.. )