Fiona's Place

Yesterday I learned how to make a blanket out of magic.

Today I have mastered clothes.

I don't know about you lot, but this is actually doing wonders for my studies.

West Side Story!

My mum used to watch the movie all the time. I thought it was what America was like for a very long time. It's disappointing, it is, not to have dance fights happening in the streets.

The world needs more dance fights. When I'm in Axiom, that's the first thing I abuse my influence for: dance fights. Second thing: Jammie Dodgers being sold worldwide. Haven't settled on a third thing, you lot'll be the first to know when I do.

Tied for first.

After me.

So tied for second.

Having a bit of mixed feelings about being back at school.

One side: miss my mum and dad, miss my bed, all my stuff is there, they let me drink and the beer doesn't taste like water that someone spilled some beer in.

Other side: it's still weird being called Dame and no one does it here, people almost never ask for autographs, and there's way more to do.

But most important of all is that it's Easter, and that means that Lent is over, and that means that I'm coming back with a big sack of Jammie Dodgers, Jaffa Cakes, et cetera, which will make homesickness much more tolerable.

INTELLIGENCE

Spent the last two weeks reading up on magic because I thought ranking week would be about the stuff I can do and not bloody maths. So I think I did a bit crap. But if they'd have asked for a tattoo that lasts a week and can wave at you? I'd've been right on.

MENTAL FORTITUDE

Had nightmares about spiders. Didn't see through the illusion until I turned the fairy up to full blast, at which point I ruined my clothes, which I was sort of expecting, so I only wore sweatpants and an old t-shirt. Had to fly home naked. Again.

STEALTH

STEALTH WAS UTTER PANTS. Right, so I glow a bit, fair enough, but those bastards have x-rays instead of eyeballs or something, because it took about thirty seconds before I got caught. Bugger that.

SURVIVAL

NOT AS MUCH PANTS. Slow to build a fire, quick to get the axe. Averaged out.

TOTAL SO FAR

Have not yet brought complete shame to my country and my Queen.

And I reckon Peter averaged out the stealth score, so there's that.

For Ranking Week, are we given privacy while we're doing things? 'Cause if I'm going to be giving my all, I don't want to be surrounded on all sides. It's embarrassing.

So my mum was adopted from Korea.

Kind of weird, now that I come to think of it. Don't know if Korea has a big Fae population. You'd think with all the Koreans running around I'd have run into another fairy.

Anyway, not important.

Point I'm getting to is that my mum's ethnics are Korean, so that means mine are too, so I'm not looking to hurt feelings when I say this.

Korea, your shit is weird.

Summary for those what've already been frightened off: there's a lake somewhere that's haunted by a horny ghost, and the fish are all scared off because the ghost needs a cock in her life, so a bunch of fishermen toss some dildos into the lake to keep the ghost happy, and then the fish decide, 'Ach, we're not scared anymore, let's get that worm on the hook there,' and so they surround the whole lake with big wooden willies to keep the ghost cheered up.

So... Korea then.

Was going to give up Jammie Dodgers and Jaffa Cakes for Lent, but then I thought that it'd not be too hard, since I could just tell my mum not to send any more 'til Easter.

Then I was going to give up Oreos and the like, but then I thought that my mum would just keep sending things and it would be too easy.

So I'm giving up on biscuits all together.

God help us all.

So I went for a walk today after class, and I found the new best thing about America.

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D'you reckon they meant to imply they want to shag your dog?

Bugger, I should have gone in and asked. Is it blokes looking to shag dogs, or women looking to get shagged by dogs? Do they groom your dog before or after the shagging?

Private to Psi Pledges

"You have found the spoon, the wolf, and the fox. What follows?"

It's not sceptre, or rod, or stick, or any other words for that thing Hasan has. And it's not sand, either. Or pyramid, or Egypt, or mummies, or pharaoh. Or gay. Or great hair.

So bugger if I know. Got all the other riddles, though, if you need help with those.

Later Edit: IT'S PSI!

PS, then I.

Which is PANTS but the door is OPEN and I am going IN and you should JOIN ME.

Complain all you like about the roleplaying and the fanfiction and the people drawing you in the altogether, but all you lot are missing the most important thing: crossovers!

Camulus campus has been invaded by colorful little creatures that keep saying their names over and over. Can the heroes of tomorrow handle themselves when they interact with the world of Pokemon?!

And!

Buffy has been accepted into Camulus--but so has her hated enemy, Spike! Can these two put aside their differences for the sake of the world? AU, Spuffy, lemon.

My gran used to love that show. She's likely to be happy knowing people are still writing about it.

The moral of this story is that it's time to start learning white magic.

In the meantime, does this place offer first aid training? 'Ach, bugger, arrow in me eye, someone patch it up 'til class is over,' sort of thing? Might want to start.

Back home, when I was in the training programme, they didn't have any magical teachers. I guess Edinburgh just doesn't see enough of the Fae to justify the cost, maybe? Whatever it was, Defensive Magical Arts is fucking a, and I kind of want to just put off all this Required Maths Credit nonsense and take more magic classes.

Am I alone in that?

Only I'll want to keep Dance Appreciation, because, you know, I appreciate dance. But Algebra can sod right off.

All it takes is faith and trust
And a little bit of ( pixie dust. )