what a crazy seachtain

[.magnarock.]

It was a Friday afternoon after the seventh lesson. It had been a double divination session in one of the large and ornately decorated rooms of the astral department. Seí flopped down backwards on his bed, letting his aching muscles rest for a moment before focusing back on the room around him.
The rest of the boys were putting their brooms away and he was glad that Lee had offered to do his for him. The process was a little complex to say the least, involving unlocking the broom cupboard -which was a feat in itself- and then dodging half of the things that came tumbling out once it was actually open.
It seeemed that most people flew around the place to get from lessons, when the weather was good enough to anyway, and only really used the floo systems in the school when you would get plastered with rain, snow, or blown out to sea.

[gotta go eat now, will be back soon and finish this thang!]

[.magnarock.]

Running his hands through his hair, Seí yawned deeply and stretched.
I can't believe that they still have like, more lessons to go, I'm so shattered
He could vaguely here some sniggers and a countdown begin.
aand the lessons are hard too! it's like, ugh i can't-
"Raaaape!"
Suddenly Seí found himself and his bed being jumped on wildly. Ciarán and Lee came into focus, laughing as they poked at him and thumped him with pillows.
"Feck of y'crazy spazzes." He cried, squirming to escape the barrage. They laughed louder, revelling in his discomfort.
“We’ve turned you into a paddy Seí!”
“Loving the accent.”
Seí suddenly became very aware that his lazy, but clearly middle England accent had taken on the lilt and annunciation of the others and consequently spoke with even more of an English accent.
“Shut up guys!”
“D’aww! Whers’yr nice accent gone?”
“Is b'fhéidir cotúil sé!” They laughed and Seí attempted to figure out what he had been described as.
Seeing his look of confusion, Lee took some pity on him “You’ve got’a start speaking more Irish if’y want to learn it.”
Seí pulled a face. “I can’t speak it to save my life though!”
He shrugged. “Well, one day it’ll click and you’ll just be like, omg tá labhair Gaeilge agam!”
Seí nodded and frowned whilst he painfully translated the sentence, syllable by syllable. Eventually he said. “Yes, yes I will. I hope. Lol.”


[ok i really dont know where i'm going with this. i could babble off on more tangents that you could shake a stick at XDX ]