"Th' sad thing is, I really do know awl o' this. I've jist been... well... scared. Fine, I'll admit it but if ye tell anyone I'll hex ye six ways fae Sunday." She smiled slightly then, knowing Cadha wouldn't. "I know when it comes down ta it... I'd no give two knuts whae those ol' hens think. So long as I do righ' by my Husband an' myself an' do th' best I can... yeah, ye're righ.' I'll never please everyone. I guess part of me wonders how long he'd stay with me if everyone looked down on him... he's so proud, an' I'd have it no other way. 'm jist havin' a weak moment. It'll pass..."
Taking a deep breath, she sat more erect, a look of determination on her face. "Fuck this whingin' shite. I'm better than tha.' Th' only reason Draco an' I are havin' problems is because I'm makin' mountains outta ant hills. I'm lettin' those English ladies get ta me already... no. No, I won' let it happen."
Morag set the bottle down and smiled at the ginger girl. "Thank ye fer listenin' an' givin' advice... I know I sounded like an injured kitten jist then. Anyway, how are ye?"