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[BRÍGH ENNIS O'DALAIGH]

For so long, I’ve been so concentrated on Albus. So focused on tending to a garden of roses, and I don’t know if it will be more blooms or thorns. I feel… twisted up inside. Confused. Wondering why my mind keeps drifting to a druid that I’ve only properly met once. I think I might be crazy. Or at least a tiny bit mad. There’s just some sort of spark there. I mean, I’m thinking about him enough to get me to write in this bloody journal Eggy got me for Christmas. I’ve never been much of a writer but I suppose this might help me sift through my thoughts. Oh, maybe I’ll make a chart!
Albus
Pros:
Very handsome
Brooding
Thoughtful
Slow burning connection
Cons:
Not overly forthcoming
Never know where he stands
A bit wishy washy
Works at the ministry
Aidan
Pros:
Sweeter than a sugar quill
Also ginger!
Excitable about everything like me
Instant attraction
Cons:
English isn’t great
Hy Brasil isn’t super keen on muggles, I’m a halfblood

Hmm. I suppose I’ll keep adding to this chart. Maybe Addy is rubbing her organisation off on me more than I’d like to admit. Also I didn’t realise they both had A names. Would that make us AABC? I do hope Addy and Cheese stop playing games soon…

[BRÍGH ENNIS O'DALAIGH]

So. Aidan invited me to Hy-Brasil.
But what should I wear!?

In all realness, when he wrote me to tell me in his adorable poor English honestly it makes him so endearing I love it but I sort of felt like… my heart stopped? And then I was thinking why am I so nervous? Druids? Nothing. Interesting enough. Totally manageable. But Aidan? Scary. Sweet, but scary. He is just so nice. And cute. And UGH I feel like maybe I am betraying Al. But am I? Does he see me for the amazing woman that I am, or so Cheese and Addy have said? I mean… Al is obviously otherwise preoccupied. He hasn’t made time for me. And Aidan has invited me to his home. Just something feels right about him. Merlin’s beard, why is being eighteen so complicated? Maybe I should resort back to the Connors.
Can’t imagine much worse to be honest.
A trip to Hy-Brasil will be fine! No stress! Calm and cool Brígh. That’s me. Totally me.

[BRÍGH ENNIS O'DALAIGH]

Aidan the cute druid
My heart wobbly and fluid
What am I doing?

I’ve never thought myself a writer
I’m definitely more of a biter.
As I lay in the hay,
Saucy thoughts kept at bay,
I’m lusting but not for the fighter.

What’s in a name? What’s in a druid?

Mooncalves, kneazles and herbs galore,
I’d truly hate if you thought me a bore.

There once was a girl from Galway,
Who fell for a boy who wished to go away.
A glance, then attraction,
Touching was no infraction,
Can she convince him she really wants him to stay?

Addy and Cheese, sitting in a tree
K I S S I N G
First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes me saying I was right all along.

I once had a love who was well known,
Well, it was more that his father was high flown.
Then I met someone else,
And my heart simply melts
And now the decision is my own.

Smart, clever, beautiful, brave and bold.
Words to describe me even when I am old.

I had to look up what a dirge is, even though I know it’s a type of poem.
It’s a poem for the dead. THE DEAD. They’re dead, why do they need a poem?

A is for amazingly cute
I is for intensely sweet
D is for … ding dong
A is for another adjective that describes how lovely you are
N is for need I say more?