I hope you all had a very fine Saturday.
Unless you're a Death Eater, then I do hope you choked on your green beer.Most of us know of Patrick as the holy man who drove snakes out of Ireland, but that's not all he did. Found in the 13th century text,
On the Marvels of Ireland, is a story wherein he visited a clan that began to howl at him during his preaching. So upset by their cheek, Patrick prayed that God might teach them some sort of lesson. God obliged him and turned these men into wolves, so much that; "all the members of that clan are changed into wolves for a period and roam through the woods feeding upon the same food as wolves; but they are worse than wolves, for in all their wiles they have the wit of men, though they are as eager to devour men as to destroy other creatures."
A few uncouth scholars have suggested that this story is the origin of the werewolf, that we are come from these Irish clans and have effectively spread throughout Britain. I find it a lot of bunk and codswallop by individuals who would like to taint Muggles and Magical Creatures in one fell swoop. Werewolves existed long before Saint Patrick.
However, it is for this reason that on Saint Patrick's Day, I choose to raise a glass to Saint Gertrude instead.
[ORDER]This is me, checking in with you. I won't be ignorant enough to ask you if you're all right, but would like to know that you are safe, warm and plotting. Should you need anything, you know I'm right here for you.