I'm going to the Hagat!!!

...At least, I think so.

Okay, so I'm meeting up with a friend tomorrow to go to the Hagat. If I wasn't such a drama fan, I could just tell you who and how and it'd be pretty simple. But instead, I'm going to tell you the whole fricking story, be a bit vague and give out points to people who guessed it.
Oh, and I also have tumblr now. This is still going to be my main home, as I stick to my loyalties. But I'll be there too (here I'll put extras and other fun stuff. Well, more detailed, and less random crap. I'm not being very nice today am I? Wonder why? Ah well, on with the show).
So at six-form, we have a break between B-Block and C-Block (lesson 2 and 3). Today I happened to have law B-Block and I was walking with Frances to the Pal, and we were talking and, you know, being normal. Well I was, Frances seems quiet when you first meet her, but then you begin talking with her and she's a lot more crayz and immature and hyper than you first think. But I'm fine with that. I mean, she's still and nice person, and everything. She still makes sense, and often, her crazy is just super clever.
Anyway, we were walking to the Pal, and I saw Dermid. Frances obviously did too as she hug attacked him. And he was all "Hey Pix" and she... I think she meowed. In a happy, squealy way, not slutty purry way. Still, weird. Once Dermid managed to get some air back into his lungs (for something so cute and harmless, she certainly is powerful) I asked them if they knew each other (I'm not stupid, I know they did. But you don't just ask people how they know each other. It's just not right). Then Frances got all weird and stuttery and making-up-an-explanation-as-she-goes-along-y. Dermid kindly put her out of her misery by simply saying "yeah, I know Pix from the Hagat".
Long story short,  Frances turns out to be a pixie (well, half pixie half fairy, but she's in denial about the fairy), and she goes to the Hagat too. She was kind enough to invite me to meet her tomorrow at the Vintage Market in Old Square. See, in town, we have this big block, right at hte center. It has loads of ancient family run shops and the museum and town hall and library (the library's massive, considering it's such a small town/city.) and there's the butter market for all your veg and butter and meat, and the vintage market for clothing and books and jewelry and furniture and there's tailors and this place that prints books the old fashioned way, so each one is unique, and I love it there. There used to be this massive indoor garden, but apparently it got neglected and you're not allowed in anymore, especially since the owners closed it off. I mean, we also have a Primark and Tesco and Works and stuff, but it's just the center.
So anyway, to sum up what we have learnt today:
Frances is a pixie
I am going to the Hagat hopefully tomorrow
And my town has this freaking huge and awesome old district

Keeping of reading The Sarah B Blog to finally found out what the mysterious Hagat is.

Is it wrong to be jealous of Frances, despite how cute and innocent and kitten-like she is? I mean, she does know Dermid better than me.
I think.
At least, I can't hug attack him.