It's raining. So much for an English summer. And I'm so deathly bored it's not even true. I'm getting the urge to take my own life, practically, it's that bad. I can't even sit and draw. Sam keeps banging on the door going, "Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean" until the point where I literally want to asphyxiate him. I have to get up this early in the ( Read more... )

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Seamus and I are....together. Properly. Again. It feels fantastic. Refreshing. Relaxing. Like....a warm drink when you've been chilled to the bone from staying outside so long.

Or something else equally disgustingly romantic.

We just sat and talked for ages tonight. It was what we needed, I think...

[Filter: Private]

Okay....oh my God, what the fuck? So Seamus and I are having a fight. How utterly...

Anyway. He thinks I'm spending too much time with my violin! But, really. I don't think that's fair. How many times has he gone off to do what he has to do when I was the one that wanted to spend time with him and I didin't say anything because ( Read more... )

Oh man.

I've completely forgotten about this diary thing. Isn't that absolutely crazy? But I've just been so bloody swept away by the violin. I mean, it's just so beautiful. And I know, I know, I scoffed too, when I first heard somebody describe it as that but man. It's just so gorgeous underneath the scratching and lovely and smooth and romanticI ( Read more... )

After a long period of Artist's block (it happens) I saw Seamus today, sitting still in class (I'm still getting over it...) and I was struck. The results? Well.


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I feel rather ill at the present moment. I reckon it was the salmon at dinner yesterday.

Not pointing any fingers. God help my poor stomach. If I heave anything more, it'll be the bloody lining.

I think maybe I'm ready to re-surface again and maybe even come back into the public eye!

...How is everybody?

[Filter: Private to Seamus]
I've seen you everyday since I went a bit off, but I really miss you, like I haven't really seen you in months.
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I'm sorry I've not been the best of company lately.
Things have just been really...

Just. I'm sorry.

[Private To Seamus Finnigan]

Seamus;

Will you come home with me for Christmas?

I. I've tried, but I can't just. Just. Owl this home to my mother, but I'm not sure I can do it on my own, either.

Love,[/Private]
Dean

Yes, yes. Congratulations to everyone who made the Quidditch team. If Seamus and I hadn't been... celebrating his making the team, I'd have wished it earlier, honest.

I think I'd better get started on that bloody DADA essay, every time Seamus and I sit down to work on it we end up...distracted. I still haven't even looked at the list. Anyone doing ( Read more... )