Luag MacFusty

Private to Aaron

Could you help me get into the Hufflepuff dorms around dinner on Friday? I want to set up a surprise.

Summerby-

Meet me at lunch to go over some Muggle Studies work? Class this morning got my head put on all backwards. I can grab sandwiches from the Great Hall and meet you after your class.

Private to Sixth Year Ravenclaw boys and Aaron Whitby

Do any of you lot want a tod mag? Maybe it'll help provide some inspiration for you, Bast? I think there's a lass in here you could compare to the hills of Scotland or something like that.

Even though it's a few weeks past the proper date, I hope the Vernal Equinox treated everyone well.

And your Scots Gaelic phrase for the day.

A' Chàisg sona.
Happy Easter.


Private to Nate

In case you read this before I grab you, don't worry. I'll make sure your pronunciation is impeccable.

Private to Professor Clearwater

I have a favor to ask I have a question that I would like to ask you, but I'm not sure if you would be open to it considering that you aren't my Muggle Studies professor. Are you comfortable with my asking it anyways or should I just forget about it and keep quiet?

Private to Students of Hogwarts

I would like to apologize to Dillonsby for the harassment he received over the journals last week. While he may not have done it in most appropriate or best manner, he was treated more poorly than he deserved for telling the truth. Or at least in actually telling the truth in that one moment.

And in order to head this off before it has the possibility of getting out of hand, if anyone hears rumors about Nate and I snogging in the Great Hall, know that they are true.

Private to Sixth Year Ravenclaw Boys, Aaron, Morag, and Nate

Alright. So. I know that you lot likely have questions considering what Dillonsby wrote yesterday. Actually, I know a few of you do have questions. So... ask away I guess. At least on this you'll be saved from my shite singing voice and I promise I won't punch any of you... Just, I guess, try and keep all the information talked about here to this post, alright?

Private to Nate

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Meet me after dinner in our room?

Private to Nate

I'm sorry about Wednesday

Lili and I aren't

Could you

How was practice today?

Privately Warded to Nate

It's been a long time since I've woken up from a dream and haven't been able to go back to sleep. Probably about as long as it's been since I've had one of these dreams... I wish it was the other dreams that have been plaguing me considering that they aren't so bad now that I've gotten to touch him and the dreams have a bit more basis in reality. And waking up to sticky sheets or a raging hard on is better than waking up and feeling like I can't breath.

Feck, I know why too. It's all because of what Lili said and it sounded like she was actually thinking like we'd... How could she be thinking about that already? We have a full year of school left and... and if I want Nate, I need to... Feck. I just need to breath and remember to keep breathing. I'm alright, it's just in my head, the water isn't coming up around me, it's just all air and air is good to breath...

Private to Nate

We're still on for tomorrow morning, right? Please tell me we are, I'm not sure I can handle you changing your mind right now Library or should we try out the pitch?

Private to Nate

Would you like to hang out a bit at Hogsmeade this weekend? For that talking thing you mentioned and all.

Private to Lili

Thank you for the Valentine's Day present. It is quite cute. Although what is it sitting in? It's supposed to be a dragon, right?

I guess I'm rather shite at this Gaelic teaching thing. It's a bit late to be useful for Valentine's Day, but I guess this way you lot can practice the whole year to get it perfect by the this time next year.

An toir thu dhomh pòg? - Will you give me a kiss?

Thank you to whoever

Whoever sent me the gift, you made me smile

It was a better gift than a Quidditch game

Who


Private to Lili

Have you been up in the boy's dorm today?

Private to Nate

How do you know when you fancy someone? Other than what you said before about thinking of whatever excuse you can to touch them.

Private to Pansy

Have you been asked by anyone to the dance yet?

Private
written in Scots Gaelic for good measure

Fecking hell, I need to get this out of my system. I really do. Dreams I can handle. Dreams are dreams and really, if they get too bad there's always potions for that. And I can handle dates and such because, well, that night with Parkinson felt pretty stellar.

But Potions class? Really? I enjoy the class and this is how it repays me? Fecking amortentia. The mix of dirt, grass, wood, linseed oil, and leather I can handle. I can even deal with that old parchment smell, even if it made me want to throw the cauldron across the room. But cinnamon and vanilla? Really? You had to completely freak me out with that one.

Freak me out so much that I knock the fecking cauldron over. I don't fecking care about the grade, but you know what fecking hurts? Your bare skin hitting hot pewter and getting boiling mother-of-pearl liquid sloshed over before mentioned bare skin when the cauldron tips over. Luckily the healer's fixed it up well enough, so I should be able to fly fine at practice tonight. Thank Merlin for that. I'm not sure how I'd do without Quidditch right now...

Private to Nate

I've been slacking off on this, but here's your Scots Gaelic phrase for the day.

Càite bheil an t-ospandal?
Where is the hospital?

Private to Parkinson

Would you hate me horribly if I say we have to reschedule our dancing time? Rhona's posted the time for Quidditch try-outs and it's Monday night after dinner.

Private
written in Scots Gaelic for extra security

I hate dreams. Things are much better when I don't have them at all. I'm apparently not working hard enough if I'm getting dreams instead of just sleeping solidly the entire night through. Maybe it's better to call it a nightmare. Dreaming about dancing could only be considered a nightmare especially when- No. I can't write down that. Putting that down on paper would make it more real in a way. Even if it's just crossed out. Words once they're on paper have power...

Like Sebastian's stupid poem. I shouldn't read so much into it, but it's a riddle and I want to solve it even though I know I'm guessing wrong on purpose. Because if I'm this friend he's worried about and it's someone I don't get on with... With brown eyes and pale skin... I wouldn't be surprised. Or maybe just the time of being surprised has passed. It just makes me feel sick to my stomach to even think about it. I don't get what people see in him. He's such a selfish, arrogant prat. Bast can do better. So much better. Couldn't he at least pine over someone who would fecking care about him and take care of him and not just pay attention to him when it fits his fancy?

Aye, I need to stop thinking about this. At least thinking about this when I don't have something to punch or can go out and play some Quiddy. The rubix cube has been helping at least. I think I almost have it solved... Which is amazing and depressing at the same exact time.

Private to Rhona
Do you want to dance go flying dance where the feck are we supposed to dance here anyways go flying after Muggle Studies or Transfiguration today?
End Private

Aye, since people seem to be interested in this, I figure maybe I'll just start posting these randomly. We'll see how long this lasts before I beat someone for horrible mispronunciation and idiocy.

Scot Gaelic phrase of the day (maybe week):
Dè an t-ainm a tha oirbh? - What's your name?

Feck... I suppose you'd be saying that like... Shite, I'm not good at this 'Jeh un TAH-num uh HAW-ruv'.

( Private )

I have 25 galleons from my birthday. What should I do with it? And before you say anything, Finnigan, I won't use it to buy you a bellywasher.

8 days 'til my birthday.

12 'til Christmas.

17 'til my sister's wedding.

And still more than half a fecking month until Hogwarts starts up again. It can not come fast enough. I keep seeing Da eying the sheep carcasses. I think he's wondering what degree of rot they need to be in and how close to the thirtieth he needs to be putting the rancid meat in front of a dragon to make it properly sick so he can get out of the whole fecking mess due to 'business'.

I think he's off his rocker if he thinks purposefully testing how iron a dragon's stomach is a good idea. I'm just having images of villages covered in mass quantities of puke and him needing the lot of us to help clean it all up and deal with the terrified muggles. Dealing with drunk, celebrating muggles is better than cleaning puke off of 'em and wiping their minds in my opinion. Hopefully I can stop whatever diversion he gets solidly into his mind before he goes through with it.

( The man who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself. )