Devon Smith

I'm pretty sure I'm still hung over from last night.

And I'm pretty sure that's Peter Coote on my couch.

And I'm damn sure we didn't sleep together.

Nice to run in to old friends.

Well...

I beat out Troy.

Your stock tends to go down when there's scandal attached to your name. I just signed a new contract though, it's unfortunately muggle, but it'll keep the bills paid. Handsomely.

For the amount of bull shit that's been goin on, seein five blokes on the field dancin together the other day was bloody hilarious. I'm glad I was up in the stands though. Made sure I stayed away from whatever was goin on down on the field that's for sure.


( Private: Hunter )


( Private: Winter )

I'm a lovely shade of lavender. Possibly perhaps even a violet. I wonder perhaps what this might mean...

And thanks to my brother I am now completely deaf in one ear, possibly for good.

Thanks for the well wishes though mate.

The bloody lot of you are mad, some lady just told me to stop followin her. I wasn't followin her, but just goin the same way across the street. Then she tossed her shoppin bags at me and ran. I gathered them up and gave them to a shop man who saw the whole thing. Maybe she was just a mad woman.

Wouldn't mind a day where nothin happened around here. Madness. About ready to move to America, but I got a feelin they're even crazier over there. This must be what it feels like to be a normal person, for once.

So having a tail wasn't so bad. I got a woman to pet me and give me belly rubs for a few minutes there. That was interesting. And I got to pee on a tree while being right up and close to it. I suppose if I have to come back reincarnated you could do worse then being a dog...

I Devon Cillian Smith am an egotistical prat incapable of human emotions, nor gifted with any sense in my tiny brain to ever consider what a might actually win a girl over. I don't know, honestly, how I can stand to be around myself and less how people manage to put up with me for any minute span of time. And I have gone and taken a long walk off a short pier and found myself to be very wet and very sorry. So to speak.



That being said, I am on my figurative knees, publicly humiliating myself further for one and only one reason:


Winter Capper
Will you do my the very big honor of letting me escort you to the Ministry Ball?

You really are the only one I want to go with, Win.

I am so fucked.

I was still bit high off the win this mornin, great game and all...even a bit buzzed still.

Drank myself in to a great stupor last night, didn't even think about seein dad once last night.

Until I got up and looked in the mirror.

Logan Weasley, do you shave your bollocks?

Damnit I was going to ask Winter if she fuckin wanted to go with me to this stupid ball.

First yesterday and now this?! I can't fuckin deal with this shit. I'm goin back to bed. Somebody wake me up when this nightmare is bloody over.

I can't have seen father yesterday. I can't have seen father yesterday.

I know who I'd rather ask to this stupid ball (which apparently I'm to attend bloody publicity and...I don't exactly know why they're havin this ball, bloody thing is ridiculous it's not like we're at Hogwarts or somethin), but I doubt she'll say yes. Because she likely thinks I'm a crazy stalker for sendin her flowers anonymously, but I really was tryin to apologize to her for jumpin down her throat. I might just have to go stag...what are they goin to do? Deny me entrance at the door if I don't have anybody on my arm? I highly doubt it. There's always need for a good lookin chap around to dance a lonely bird around the floor right? I guess I have to get my dress robes dry cleaned.

Manged to not drink myself in to a stupor lately, which is always a good thing. Can't imagine what it's goin to be like next year when things settle in again and I have to remember that fathe

( Private: Devon Smith )

So glad to hear that everybody has been found alive. It's been a rough couple of weeks, can't say I'm not pleased to see them over.

Throwing myself in to practice has helped a lot. At this point I don't care if the ministry wants to profile us by the color of our toenails, I'm just glad that everybody's safe.

Got myself a new place. Closed on it the day I went in. It's in Muggle-land, so I'm less worried about being affected by all the ministry's madness. It's a great place, a house actually rather then a little appartment, in Yorkshire. Tyree was kind enough to help me out in lookin for it but I was pretty set once I found that place. We were only asked if we were a couple twice. One of the women asked if she could join us sometime. Madness. I'm not sure Tyree didn't consider it.

I feel like I can't write much. Lest I be accused of going against the ministry. What else is there to write about these days? Quidditch I guess.

I did a photo shoot for the clothing line again. This time I had make up on, and so don't be surprised to see those photos runnin around for everybody to take a laugh at. Muggle fashion is weird, I'm glad I'm almost done with it. I can go back to being some obscure person rather then having my face all over down town London looking off like I don't have a thought to a knut.

I miss my father. I found a letter he'd sent me when I was Hogwarts the other day when I was sifting through my crap that I was able to save. It was talkin about how dad wanted to get a clothin line started for muggles but didn't think he had the chops to do it. That was in my fourth year. Look at him now, all fancy and famous. Go dad I guess.

It doesn't bring back my father though.

Wendy was the perfect date the other night. I'll likely be asking her to escort me to the next one if she's still free. She has some amazing stories about Hogwarts.

So the building people finally contacted me. My building is toast, they're going to tear it down, meaning I'm going to be homeless and might as well start flat searching again. I'm getting insurance money though for it, because I'm smart and remembered to actually purchase insurance for this type of thing. They've gone in and salvaged whatever they could, so I've got some of my clothes and books and pictures. Not too much though, which just means I'm going to have to shop for new stuff in general. I hate shopping when it's because I don't have the stuff.

I have a gala tonight for my dad's clothing line that I've promoted for him. Never go in to business with family, that's all I have to say. Even after father's passing, he's still throwing this thing and expecting me to attend. I know he loved father, but clearly it's always business before family. It's been like that for a long time. I haven't seen dad since the funeral, he's been too busy working on this launch and I've been more then happy to avoid him.

Problem is I don't have a date for tonight. Shocking I know. So where does a bloke get a date last minute when he needs one? Wouldn't mind somebody who's willing to be bit of entertainment tonight as well, and get your minds out of the gutters, I just mean that I need somebody who's willing to be as bored and sardonic as I'll be tonight. I really don't wish to go, but it's kind of hard not to when you're the face of the line. And no suggestions of paid professionals. I'm desperate, but not that desperate.

So, any takers? Preferring you be at least legal, and hopefully between the ages of twenty one and twenty nine, no taller then five nine in heels and blond have a nice dress to wear. Must also eat. I don't like birds that just pick at food.

Holy shit, I feel like I'm fifteen again. I had a good mornin, yes I did.

I totally got wood over the Wood girls in the calendar.

Lookin good Girls of Quidditch. Lookin good.

Got mine delivered to me this mornin, made sure Tyree got one too. Goin on my wall in the bathroom. If my place ever gets built up again.

Always feels amazin after I've done a nice long work out. Muscles you haven't used in a while start to scream and I feel good for the next two days over. Goin to start workin even harder then now that the schedule's out, Portee up first I see, won't be too hard, sorry to say. Always manged to do well against them in the past. Won't be until next year we go against the Arrows, tough luck Tyree, guess that just means you get to get in more practice before we kick your arses.

I can't wait to see what they're going to put little miss Hunter Wood in for her photo shoot. Perhaps a little pair of shorts and a teeny tiny top? I'm sure they'd sell just loads of the calender if she were wearin that. Then she could be wearin a paper sack and I'm sure somebody out there would buy it.

Though personally I think they're goin to have to rethink April. It'll be a long month with a picture of Caoimhe up and starin at you all the time. Maybe they could put the bag over her head. Might work.

Still no word yet on my flat, bastards are takin a hell of a lot longer then they first told me. Everythin else is bein bloody well built up but my home is low priority. Maybe for them, they're not livin on somebody's couch currently. Don't think that I'm goin to be welcome here much longer and it's a stupid idea to go on and stay in a hotel somewhere when we'll be travelin' in just a while for games. What a nightmare.