Seamus Finnigan

( Be the trouble you want to see in the world... )

( Lorcan's Feeding Dates )

( Other notes )

( Finnigan's pub )


( The People )

( The Photos )

Fuck I shouldn't be

( Private to Katie )


( Private to Ernie )

I've read all my books.

I've discovered an abundance of Lorcan d'Eath posters in some storage room and I'm fairly convinced that the number of them is at least a hundred twenty times the amount any household should be allowed to have. Unfortunately we've had several mishaps with fires here so instead of burning them I've been using them to work on my artistic skills in my downtime and the practice has helped immensely. Maybe I did learn a concept or two from Dean

Ernie is touchy-feely.

Fuck Get me the hell out of DAMN IT

( Cut for length... )

Funny how things turn out It's another detailed dream, I know. I may have added a few things as I inferred them.

Happy Bir Sorry I can't be there today, Mr. Bossman. Blow out some candles, eat a piece of cake, and be happy yea? If you look under the counter, behind your water spritzer weapon and under the open bag of peppermints (sorry) there's a book of the inventory and daily profits or losses depending. You were doing a shite job of it. Try not to mess it up okay?

I can't even be Will someone just

I've been having a lot of dreams lately. I Holmes was on his latest case (The Sign of Four maybe since the good doctor wasn't married yet) and Ernie Watson miraculously ended up arrested for the crime. Holmes then told the inspector that he had been with Watson the whole time and everything that had been done was on his instruction so if anyone should be arrested it should clearly be Holmes himself.

That prompted Holmes to be placed under house arrest with Watson still off in prison. Well Holmes is always best with Watson (and let's face it, who wants to read about Watson without Holmes?) so the detective decided to discover the real culprit from Baker Street with the help of the Order Baker Street Irregulars. Only Katie Wiggins was nowhere to be found!

Then I woke up. With things so dire for Holmes, Watson, and the missing Wiggins I can't even get back to sleep.

I'm afraid this is a sign that I've been reading too much. And not sleeping enough. Maybe it's a chemical imbalance. d'Eath wasn't around to bite me this week...my system isn't used to having this much blood...right?

How is everyone else fairing?

I wonder if I can get to work early. Still tired though.

Thank you for your kind donation of cooking tomes, Miss Roane. Your dedication to making sure I don't die in a blazing kitchen fire my culinary education is greatly appreciated by both Mister d'Eath and myself. I assure you they'll be put to good use.

Irish witch's bible...really? Do I look like a bloody witch to you? Funny. Hardy har har.

And Miss Curd! What a lovely surprise to find one of your books in my new collection!

Not much else to say. According to the marks I've made on the wall I've been here 43 days, including the whole bloody week I was unconscious, and been bitten 3 times. 4 tomorrow I guess. So...it's really not so bad.

( Image )

Still here.

( Cut for image )

Sorry for this. I never claimed to be an artist but a promise is a promise. The sun was extra, I hope it brightens things up.

Since I'm already lamenting things I'm bad at can anyone provide advice on cooking something spicy? I tried chicken but it tastes like plastic...not sure how that happened. My last attempt didn't exactly go well.

I can't believe it but the butler doctor did it. It was in the study but no candlestick was involved. Ironically enough, it was a dagger. I don't know if I liked this twist or not. I didn't even suspect him. The murderers are supposed to be heartless and have dark motives so it's alarming that I saw the doctor as a person first. That's the point I guess, he had deceive everyone to make them believe he was innocent so why not the reader as well? Damn good job too. Now I'll have to reread it to see everything I missed.

Also, shouldn't a vampire living in a castle have bats or a coffin or something? Everybody is breaking out of their stereotype here. I have had a few questions about the place though and I've had a look around. There are no ghosts and no leprechauns and no bats and no angry mobs and really no living creature at all here, that's for sure. Don't be too disappointed, there's still hope for dark and stormy nights.

I've received my costume for the wedding. It's ugly interesting. Is he really going to try to dress me up or do my hair. Bugger it all! I'm not life-sized Barbie!

I guess if someone gives gifts it would really be arse of me to return it wouldn't it? Even if I don't want it. I don't want any of it. Damn.

Thank you. Lorcan? d'Eath? What the hell am I supposed to call you? I didn't even realize what day- I didn't want to. Just...thank you. Would you like some of the cake?

[added a few minutes later]
So it's been almost a year. I wonder if they think I'm dead yet.

I'm fucking tired. He won't let me actually sleep.

From Azkaban to Hogwart to this castle. Feels like I'm just prison hopping. I'm in Ireland of all places too. Talk about your sick and twisted irony there. Fergus would laugh his fucking arse off if he found out about it or- no maybe he wouldn't. It's not really funny. It's kind of strange being so much closer to home.

Anyone have any bad jokes? I was supposed to be collecting. Good jokes even?

I kind of thought something would happen by now. Look at what happened to Neville, that didn't take long at all... I would rather just get anything over with than have to wait for it...which sounds a bit defeatist.

I'm alive though and that's kind of wonderful even if I still jump every time I hear something or see movement out of the corner of my eye.

Hogwarts? Well, it's a nice change of scene but could I get a room with a better view? Stone had been getting a little old and I wouldn't mind seeing the lake.

Fucking hell. It's better than Azkaban, I'll take it.