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Tonight I met Solan's parents for the first time. I cancelled everything I had to do during the day . . . preventive, so that I didn't stress out . . . but I think having nothing to distract me all day was making me even more nervous. I didn't want to trip up in front of his parents. I . . . it's impossible not to have some sort of notion about who they might be, and I certainly didn't disappoint.

At first . . . I wasn't sure how well it was going. Sol's father barely spoke, his mother . . . or step-mother, rather, didn't necessarily say anything off but it doesn't really take a genius to connect tone with language and get the implication. I tried to be polite. And complimentary. And impressive As impressive as a professional athlete can be. And for a while I was pretty sure I was failing. But Solan Montague be blessed, without his help, I'm sure I would've looked like a fool.

But his father . . .

In the end, it was his father that changed the night. Made it . . . beyond anything I could've possibly imagined or hoped for. I'm not even quite sure if it truly happened, but I look at the necklace in its case on my vanity, which means it had to have happened.

Funny how every now and then life turns into a fairy tale. That's the sort of thing you dream about as a little girl. In between making mud-pies and beating up the boys and your first flying lesson.

He said that I made Solan happy. His blessing.

And I thought I'd leave their mansion getting only a friendly handshake or something.

damn it angie quit with the giggling.

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The match started at two and ended at 7:31.

Crushed.

Falmouth Falcons won against the Arrows 430 to 270. We lost by the Snitch and one point.

Just . . . Merlin, if one person dare try to talk to me--

I raged for a good hour after it. I think I'm far from finished.

Damn.

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Argh, no time to stop and think.

I've been at the pitch since five this morning, this is my one hour "come home and sleep break" by choice. We've got a match against the Falcons this Saturday, and we've been out for the past week while the Ministry investigation clears out and as a safety measure.

But now we're behind and desperately have to get back in step which is why I'll be out late every bloody day this week trying to keep on my toes.

I have precisely two more minutes I can spend here at home, then I must run out for the rest of my hour and then get back to the pitch.

Things I must do:
-get lunch
-get dinner to bring with me
-put my practice broom in for repairs in diagon alley
-send a return owl to Quidditch Monthly
-buy a birthday present for my baby sister

Things I haven't done in days:
- . . . slept