because yeah x

While scrolling down my Facebook home page I came across one of those silly pictures that are absolutely everywhere, it said something along the lines of 'If you like this picture an Angel will come down and grant you a wish.' these pictures do my head in usually but this time I realised that I needed something to write about, so yeah.

I don't think I believe in a god or an afterlife but, I believe that my Mum left for a reason and not just her life was over. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, usually I don't think about anything specific but she still crosses my mind.
I remember how she was so excited when we bought our house in Craanford. How she would sing me a song every night before I went to sleep, it was always the same song, always. How sometimes we'd walk to school and I'd love it.
She had dark brown hair and when I was 6 I looked like her when she was 6.
Sometimes people that knew her really well tell me little things about her that I never knew, I absolutely adore that.
I remember the day she died, I remember my Grand Dad Cassidy was the first person to arrive at the house after she had been taken away, followed by my Nana and aunty Siobhan. I remember Siobhan ran up and hugged me outside the front door.
I remember sending what felt like forever down in my room with Siobhan and Fran, I'm still unsure why.
I remember being introduced to brothers and sisters of my Grand Dad.
I remember Daddy had plenty of friends being around, I remember aunty Siobhan telling me that she stayed in Mac and Ash's house.
I don't remember crying, not at all. But I remember we all said prayers before the wake and as we finished I walked outside and saw the people I knew from Dun Laoighaire and I don't think I'll forget that feeling of safeness that I felt when I was 7 years old.
I remember Daddy asked did I want to draw pictures and stick them on to the side of the box that Mum laid in in the front room, I think I did but I cant be sure.
I remember on the way to the church in Craanford, I sat in tat big long car that I can never remember the name of.
I remember Jack, who wasn't even two brought a football to the funeral and ran up and down the church with it.
I remember seeing the coffin being lowered into the ground, I don't remember if I cried or who I stood beside, but the thought that I wouldn't see her again stood out.
I don't remember how long I was out of school or what I did afterwards but as far as I remember Mairead and James stayed longer than anyone else, Mairead gave me books.
Every year that I was in primary school on her anniversary we went up to Dublin and I went to my old school.
Every occasion that my Mum has I go down to visit her because its only fair, and every single occasion there's red roses on her grave, from Granny Wolanczyk.
I've forgotten the things about her that I promised myself I wouldn't forget, the sound of her voice, the way she smelled and I'm upset because of it.

But I've grown to accept it and I have an awful lot of great people in my life now.
I hope she knows how much I miss her.
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo

Not knowing what to write but writing anyway..

As I sit in front of the computer in the sitting I can see Jack and his trusty friend Kealin playing Lego Harry Potter on the Xbox, I can see our little dog Ellie as she sits on the side of the sofa and looks out the window. I can see the orange light flashing on my Blackberry and when I look up at the top of the computer screen I can see 4 tabs; Facebook, I have a youtube tab open which is playing the sweet music of the Ginger Jesus into my left ear, my third tab is the Blog I'm writing at this given moment and my fourth tab is my Blogger Dashboard. 

As I switch tabs and look at my Blogger Dashboard it says that I have 433 page veiws. For everyone one who has read about my life as a teenage wizard, thank you. It means so much!

A couple of people said it was a brave move putting the link on Facebook, which I guess it was.. So well done Maeve! But now I realise that I'm not only writing for myself, but that`I'm writing for everyone who looks at my Blog and if I'm honest, its kind of daunting.

The Ed Sheeran song has changed. Its now 'Give Me Love', one of my very favourites ever. 

The dog got an awful fright because my phone vibrated off the wooden trunk thing that the computer is on, he's staring at me with a look of pure evil.

Jack has decided to play Xbox with Kealin instead of our younger cousin Jacob, their friendship has been restored.

My phones vibrates a second time and Buster (the dog) is starting to get really aggravated with me.

The Ed Sheeran song has changed again, its now 'The A Team'.

I think Daddy's dosing in and out of sleep, but his eyes are in a squinty way, so I don't know.

Shout out to Mr.Kidd, my English teacher if he's reading this. He thought it was really good when I told him I was going to start a Blog. 

My music keeps stopping to load, thinking of putting on my itunes instead! I could always plug my earphones into mypod either because I have lots of Ed Sheeran on mypod.

The boys are starting to laugh really loud, its beginning to do my head in.

Changed Ed Sheeran song again.

Daddy talked to Mr.Kidd for a while after the awards last night, they both seemed really enthusiastic of my future in the English language and then two litres of Rock-Shandy were bought, it was a really good night!

Well done to everyone last night who got an award, or two, or three.. Or in the case of Áine and Muckers; 8? I think it was 8.. Apples, if you're reading this I'm so proud of you.

Tried to find the little place in the computer that I could but the memory card in the camera in, couldn't find it.

Kept searching.

Changed Ed Sheeran song.

Searched some more for the memory card place.

Gave up!

Changed Ed Sheeran song once more.

Reloaded my Facebook home page. 

Thinking about all the essay's I have to have in for English soon and slowly losing the will to live..

Listening to Jack as he explains to Kealin that Peter Pettigrew was actually a man and not just a rat, Kealin has given him the name of 'Ratman'.

Still looking for inspiration on what to write.

Realising that I've written a Blog.

I'm going to log off and see do ideas come to me when I least expect them.
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo

The importance of Harry Potter in my life x

Some of you won't embrace what you are about to read, but the hardcore Harry Potter fans might now what I'm on about.

People  say  that  an  important  part  of  childhood  is  making  friends  they  can  keep  with  them  for  years.  There  are  no  rules  which  state  that  these  friends  may  be  imaginary  or  not.

​Before  the  age  of  seven  my  mum  introduced  me  to  the  beautiful  story  which  is,  Harry  Potter.  I  am  not  going  to  lie;  I  didn’t  appreciate  it.  I  don’t  think  you  should  blame  me  though;  what  seven  year  old  child  can honestly  comprehend  just  how  empty  and  alone  young  Harry  felt  in  his  cupboard  under  the  stairs?

​It  wasn’t  until  I  was  alone  myself  that  I  turned  to  the  boy  who  lived  under  the  stairs.

​I  had  seen  the  movies;  I  mean,  who  hasn’t?  They’re  always  on  around  Christmas.    The  books  which  I  received  from  my  Godfather  turned  out  to  be  more  than  a  Christmas  present,  they  were  a  form  of  reassurance,  a  safe  place,  even  a  best  friend,  maybe?

​I’m  gonna  put  this  out   there;  being  a  teenager  is  vulgar!  You  have  to  look  and  act  a  certain  way,  the  way  society  wants  you  to,  and  if  you  don’t;  well  that’s  just  your  bad  luck!  Even  when  you  go  home  you  see  attractive  people  on  the  TV  and  internet  and  it’s  really  annoying.  Having  something  to  take  your  mind  off  things  makes  it  easier.  

        Harry  Potter  made  it  easier.  That’s  because  when  I  am  with  Harry,  Hermione  and  Ron  I  am  accepted.  They  don’t  mind  if  I  am  in  my  pyjamas  or  if  I  am  having  an  awful  day,  They  are  there  for  me.  As  well  as  Harry  saving  the  whole  wizarding  population,  he  is  saving  me too.

​Not  only have  I  found  a  best  friend  in the  famous  trio,  but  I  have  discovered  a  little  bit  of  all  three  in  me,  Harry’s  bravery,  Hermione’s  wit,  and  Ron’s  way  of  always  seeing  sense  in  the  end.  I  cry  when  they  cry and  when  my  friends,  yes,  I  said  my  friends! When  my  friends  Fred,  Remus Lupin  and  Tonks  all  die  in  the  first  battle  it  numbs  me.  Just  like  the  characters  in  the  book  I  long  for  them  to  come  back  so  much,  I  watch them  grow  through  the  years  Harry  is  going  to  school  and  yes;  I  have  grown  myself.

​Young  Mr  Potter  lost  his  mother  just  after  his  first  birthday  and  I,  like  him  lost  my  mother at  a  tender  age. He  knows  what  it  feels  like  not  to  have  that  special  person  to  confide  in  and  my  all  time  favourite  moment from  all  the  books  is  when  he  walks  into  the  forbidden  forest  along  the  winding  path  to  his  date  with  destiny.   He  turns  the  resurrection  stone  over  in  his  hands  twice  and  his  mother  appears.  She  was  neither  dead  nor  alive,  but   she  was  there,  and  when  I  think  about  it  she has  never  really  left.

​I  learn  something  new  every  day  but  Harry  Potter sent  me  one  very  important  message  through  the  words  of  Albus  Percivel  Wolfric  Brian  Dumbledore:  “Happiness  can  be  found  in  the  darkest  of  places,  if  one  only  remembers  to  turn  on  the  light".

Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo

Obama the Llama

I'm sure we are all fresh with the news that Obama has been elected, well done Obama!!
I'm not too sure abut this plan to change the world but from what I know he has one, its probably very big and maybe very good.. But I haven't looked too much into it.
But I have decided to make a difference in this big bad place we call Earth, I'm not very sure how yet but as soon as I find out I will tell all you lovely people who read my blog.

If I was in charge of the place we all call home I'd probably have a few quirks.. Oh yes!
First off, on Wednesday's, we'd wear pink (if you don't get that because you haven't watched Mean Girls, I'm not going to lie, I'm really properly judging you.).
There would never be any religion pushed on anyone, because people should believe what they want to believe.
Nobody would be discriminated for their musical interests, except the people who listen to songs sung by Tulisa, that would be completely an utterly illegal and the punishment for crimes such as this would result in the constant noise of the ..song.. in your ear t all times until death.
If you were black, you were black and if you were white? Well you were white.
People could wear face paint any time they wanted and it would be accepted, why? Because its art and I don't care what anyone says, face paints are the best in the world.
People would write letters to eachother, they would still text of course, but important things would be written. Because for me, it means so much when someone writes, its like for the duration they were writing the letter with pen and paper you were on their mind.
MEN COULD MARRY MEN AND WOMEN COULD MARRY WOMEN!! Sorry, I had to get that off my chest..
People just wouldn't get spots on their face and that would be a natural thing.
Hair wouldn't grow on legs so that they'd always be really smooth.
It would be compulsory to read Harry Potter and Defence Against The Dark  Arts would be a class.
Boys would have long hair and it would be great. Girls would have brilliant coloured hair and it would be great.
People would wear shirts buttoned to the top and shorts and jumpers with Owls on them.
You could eat anything you wanted and not be fat, because that's like a dream come true<3.
Your hair would grow really fast.
There would be a special tap in my bedroom where peach flavoured water would come out when I turned it.
Every day somebody different would tell you that you were beautiful, even if you weren't.
All our greetings would be hugs and you'd live beside your best friends.
All the boys ever in the world would play the guitar just because guitars are really beautiful instruments.
Nobody would ever feel like they were alone, like they had nobody to go to, because there is nothing worse in life then felling like you have no one to turn to,
There would be no war, or fighting. There would be no conflict.. But most important; there would be no pain.

If I were to names all the things I'd change about the world it would take time but you know, in the end I suppose it might be worth it.
I'll stop blabbering on now, thank you for reading!
Just Your Average Teenage Wizard xo

*panda noises*

I was going to write a blog about the things in life that I had accepted, but then something awful and unthinkable happened.. I lost Katie Kitten!
Who is this mysterious, unidentifiable creature you might ask, she's been my best friend since I've been about 3 months old although she doesn't talk much she's always there when I need someone to cry to. Katie, formally known as Katie Kitten, is a battered down Teddy Bear who has had less washes then your favourite jammy bottoms. I have accepted the hard cold facts that if I lost Katie there would be no reason left to live.. As drastic as that sounds its the whole truth really.

I've accepted other thing too;
I've accepted that when I shave my legs the night before, they won't be extremely soft during school the next day. I've accepted that in the winter time the Nutella will be hard and if i want to make a sandwich I'll have to put some on a plate and in the microwave. I've accepted that Roy will never write a song about me (if someone were to see this and ask him to write one for my birthday which is February the 24th I'd probably love you all forever!!). I've accepted that when I go to see the Ginger Jesus or the name e sometimes goes by Ed Sheeran, that Rupert Grint won't be on stage and I can't change that. Harry Potter, however strong my feelings are for him, is a fictional character who doesn't actually exists in the big wide world that Maeve lives in.. Although I have no doubt that if he were a real person he'd beg me to marry him and we'd name all our children after Shakespearian characters! I also can accept that the people I talk to now probably won't remember my name in 40 years. I'll never look like Beyoncé and yeah, I can accept that to some extent. If all I eat is Ben and Jerry's or the bet part of 3 days I'll get fat and if I'm going to be the person I want to be I have to put in the work. I've accepted that transition year will end and sometime soon I'll have to study again.

There are some things that at the age of 15 I can't accept though.. Like how someone can always be happy. How people can be so strong and be suffering on the inside because its less messy to hide it. I can't accept how Ed Sheeran doesn't make everyone in life feel extremely great all the time, how someone can make you feel so good for so long and then one day just nothing. How one day you die and all the lights are turned off in our brain and thats it, gone. I can't accept how people just forget you or stop caring.

That's about it for now.
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Teenage Wizard xo

Cute letters from cute people.

We get letters at Christmas and on our birthday, on Valentines day if we're lucky. But these letters we get are usually expected and bring joy and best wishes, apart from the odd few.
I received a letter today at morning break today from a girl I know, she told me it wasn't from her but that I wasn't to open it until I had returned home from school.. But as I am being a wizard I had to look. As I opened the envelope with my name written in cute letters on the top left corner I got butterflies, not  because I knew what the person was going to have written, but because someone took the time out to write a letter to me, to Maeve.
The cute hand writing started by saying that if I was reading this it was good because it meant they had worked up the nerve to tell me how they felt. The writer explained how they had met me years ago and knew from the start I was something special, they explained how they liked the way I sat on the Transition Year bench and not the actual seat, and how they loved that I was so passionate when I talked about the books I love, so I guessed it was a reader like myself. The writer called me beautiful and told me that I don't see it myself, but I should.
Then the writer mentioned Tom, the writer mentioned how happy they were to see me with him, because he makes me happy like nobody else in the world can. The writer describes how they felt when they saw us together but then told me that they've heard that Tom loves me as much as I love him. They told me that he knew just how special I was, so that it was okay.
They finished by telling me that they couldn't summarize they're feelings for me in a letter, that they couldn't put into words their feelings towards me. But most importantly that they couldn't tell me who they were, because they thought that it would change things between us, which it might..
But the thought that someone feels this way, that someone can put those feelings into beautiful words, that someone could make me feel as special as I feel when Tom kisses my forehead.

I want to thank that person, if they're reading this. Thank them for making my day, thank them for some excitement in my life. but most of all, thank them for being man enough to tell me how they feel.

If anyone has any idea I would ask them to come forward, idk.
The Confused Teenage Wizard of the East xo

*insert love quote here*

I haven't written in a while and that's not cool, so here it goes;

I met Ginger first when I was about 9 or 10, we both attended Focus Martial Arts and Fitness in Gorey. He had really Ginger hair, he still does.. The first thing that I remember learning about him is that he has the same birthday as I do, February the 24th and i guess from that moment on we were linked, well I thought so.
I went to the Community School and so did he, I guess because it was the closest school for both of us, nothing planned, but on that first day when he turned up in my maths class I vaguely remember saying hello, maybe I didn't.
As the years after that progressed we were something then we weren't then we were and then nothing again, and it was all my doing. He never left, not once.
He's tall, a lot taller than me..5ft 10 or 11, I can never remember. He has lots of freckles and they join up like an army on his arms, an army of freckles and not of people because they're freckles. His hair kinda feels like one of those silver brushes you find under the sink, but I still like it. His eyes are blue but sometimes they look grey and I like that. Sometimes he does this half smile and I think its really cute. I tell him absolutely everything in the world and he knows more about me than I know about myself! He puts on these voices and sings loudly because it makes me laugh, well giggle, it makes me giggle. He's never cross or angry with me, even though he should be like all the time. We could sit there in silence and it would be fine because he's just like that. He never makes it awkward and when he asks if I'm okay its because he proper cares, I think.. Whenever he tells me I'm pretty I always disagree and he doesn't say it again, even though he knows I secretly like it. He never lets me put myself down and knows all my deepest, darkest secrets. He's actually quite funny, I didn't think he was at first. He listens to me fangirl abut Ed Sheeran and Josh Hutcherson and people whose names he'll never remember. When I go off and start singing songs he never stops me. Although he listens to music written by the Devil he'll sit there and embrace Ed Sheeran's music with me. He always has a smile for me, even when I don't return it. He hugs me really tight sometimes and tells me that he loves me, even when he's obviously frustrated.
I don't understand how I was ever able to cope without him, because he's proper to me like no other guy has been before. He doesn't take us too seriously and can have a laugh, and I really like that. I thik he knows I'm writing this but when I send him the link he better pretend to be surprised! Even though we've been together over 3 months I still get butterflies when i wake up in the morning and the light on my Blackberry is orange.
Whenever his name is ever mentioned I break out into a smile and he can't even comprehend how much I adore him even though I tell him all the time.
He brings out the best in me and when I'm with him I'm happy, there's no two ways about it..
He sends me pictures about Harry Potter on facebook because he knows that I love it, he always asks if I want a hug before he gives me one and doesn't expect anything of me, if he does then he's really good at not showing it. He doesn't deserve half the abuse I give him and the boy should be given an award for putting up with me like he does.
But he's proper to me and I really like him.
He's a Ginger and even though he steals children's souls, I really like him. I really like him a lot.

That's about it..
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo