Hey,

I'm goin' on vacation during month of June. I'll be back sometime early July (the 7th at latest).

Thanks for your time,
Seamus Finnigan

Current Mood: absent

I love my mother. Sure she can be unreasonable and insanely temperamental, but she's a good woman. She does what she thinks is best even if it's not always the desirable option (or the right one even). She's friendly and she's got a wicked sense of humor when she wants to, which is probably why my dad married her and still sticks around despite all the cuts and bruises he’s gotten from flying dishes (everything from shot glasses to frying pans). She doesn't tend to tell you her reasoning on things, no matter how much you beg her, which is annoying and also dangerous at times, but she will listen to reason if you present your case well enough, that’s an important trait, listening. A lot of people aren’t very good at it; they prefer to be listened to as opposed to listening. My mother's a good woman, no matter what you think of her.

Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Seamus Finnigan
Word Count: 155

Current Mood: contemplative

Back home, we have this hill behind our house. When I was little my greatest ambition had always been to roll down it, or it was before Mam introduced me to things in the wizarding world to distract me. Mam never let me do it, not even once to get it out of my system, so I suppose that why it became such a fixation. Every chance I got I would sneak to the top of it and just stand there. Just when I would finally get up the nerve to roll down the hill me mam would find me and drag me back to the house to help with dinner or to do the dishes. She never yelled at me over it though; just remind me that I wasn’t to go near that hill, which is kind of strange considering how much she loves raising her voice. I’ve asked her about it once or twice, but I never could get a straight answer out of her so I gave up asking, eventually gave up on the hill itself. Oh well.

Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Seamus Finnigan
Word Count: 181

Current Mood: contemplative

What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done?

I don’t know… I’ve done a lot of dangerous things in me life, like that time I tried to jump off our roof back home with a sheet for a parachute, but I think the only time I’ve ever actually been scared for my life was one of the few times I talked back to me mam. It’s a well known fact at home that if you’re in any way fond of your limbs you nod your head and agree with everything she says. O’ course, that’s a bit easier said than done, especially since she has a tendency to be insanely unreasonable. Don’t get me wrong, I love me mam, I really do, but she’s not what you’d call the most tolerant of people. She already knows how she feels about everything and I swear to you, nothing short of a miracle and an incredibly persuasive argument will change her mind. One time she actually pushed me father down the stairs… course it was only three steps and he only got a mild concussion, but still… she’s right scary, she is.

Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Seamus Finnigan
Words: 182





OOC: (Sorry that the accent/ dialect is so bad [and possibly english] I'm still learning how to go about that)

Current Mood: amused

The one person that I would really like to know what they’re thinking or feeling? I don’t know, I’d kind of like to think I’m pretty tuned into what other people are thinking about (me or other wise), whether they express themselves verbally or not. People tend to communicate their feelings through what they care about and if you can find that one thing, it’s not hard to know how they think or feel. Take Dean for instance. Some things he refuses to say out loud, like when he’s scared, but if you ever look at his drawings, he can’t hide there. Everything he’s ever thought or felt are in that sketchbook of his, if you know what you’re looking for. It’s true that there are some people you never really get the chance to know well enough to figure out where or how they hide what they’re not saying out loud, but if a person is important to you and you really want to know, you’ll figure it out.

I read the people who matter to me well enough that there really isn’t anyone I need to understand better.

Character: Seamus Finnigan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Words: 190

Current Mood: calm

It was one of THOSE days, one of those terrible, horrible, depressing, boring, cold, and gloomy days. The kind where it hadn’t stopped raining in weeks and most people couldn’t remember that there ever was sunshine, much less what sunshine was like. The mood in the halls was a somber one, the kind that seemed like it would go on forever, and perhaps just a little longer.

Normally these kind of days would have no effect on Seamus, being the eternally optimistic and cheerful person he was, but three straight weeks of rain and nothing but was bound to have an effect on even the most indomitable of spirits, Seamus knew himself to be no exception to this most unfortunate of rules.

“Hey Shay, do you want this last piece of chocolate?”

On second thought Seamus was known to be a TAD overdramatic at times. Besides, it could be worse, he could be a Quidditch player.

Character: Seamus Finnigan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Words: 156

Current Mood: chipper

The greatest sacrifice I’ve made for love? My sanity, although, Dean and Lavender will probably tell you I never had any to begin with, but you shouldn’t listen to them. Their just jealous that people would rather hang out with me than their melancholy selves.

I think my sanity is what I’ve sacrificed because nothing will drive you up the wall faster than being love with someone who doesn’t feel the same way and is utterly clueless to how you do. It drives you bonkers because after a while you start to hate and resent them for not noticing. And then reason catches up with you and you hate yourself for not just telling them. And you don’t understand how they don’t notice because you notice everything about them, like the way they always dust of their chair before sitting down, or the way they line up all their spoons and forks and stuff by how shiny they are (or something like that, I still can’t quite figure out the method on that one, just that they do it), or the way they doodle all over YOUR notes because they’ve run out of room on their own, or the way they steal YOUR blankets to tote down to the common room to huddle under when it gets too cold.

And then there’s the fact that sometimes I forget I’m suppose to be in love and I start looking at so-and-so’s ass, and then I doubt my feelings, and then I wonder if thinking that I’m in love at all is unfair to everyone because it never goes anywhere and it will continue to go no where. Then someone decides in that exact moment of doubt, to tell me that I’m “so ADD” in case I’ve forgotten in the 10 minutes since the last time they told me. Then I think that’s right, that why I forget, and then an entire train of thought loses all it’s meaning.

Of course, after rereading this, Lavender and Dean are probably right. I’ve ALWAYS been nuts.

Muse: Seamus Finnigan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Words: 342

Current Mood: hopeless