The Hagat... And why I'm late

The Hagat is amazing, and it's all Pix's fault.

So, the Hagat. What you've been waiting to hear about for a while. It's, amazing. Remember last time I told you briefly about the Old Square in my town (if not click here and scroll down to the last full paragraph http://thesarahb.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/im-going-to-hagat.html), well, Pix took me to one of the old halfway shops in the vintage market (halfway shops are what I call shops that have a stall in the market, but it's at the side, then you walk through into a proper shop, then out onto the street. There's a few of them in both the Vintage and Butter markets). Inside the shop, she went into the changing room section, and through into a cubical, and then moved the mirror (!) and revealed a staircase, lit with, kinda mini stars ( the ceiling was like the actual night sky, on a really, really clear night, with loads of stars. There were shooting stars and I swear I saw Orion's belt) twisting down. It was quite cool, they were really pretty old fashioned iron stairs. And, we walk past then, into another secret shop. Joking, we obviously went down them.
As we went further and further down, a warm glow appeared, then we got off (though we could have kept going for ages, I never got to see the bottom. I looked down the middle once, and even though I'm not scared for heights, I felt dizzy from how far down they went) and it was like we were in another city. That's basically what the Hagat is, an underground city, filled with magic.
Technically, the Hagat stands for Hall of Any and all Golden blood Activities and Ties. And originally that's all it was, a secret underground hall where golden bloods would come and practice their "arts" and talk, and for many get married and what not. It was a place outside the world of secrecy we have to live in. The original Hagat building is still there, at the center of the current Hagat. You can still get married in it and meet up in it, but it's more of a council house now. It's where all the boring magical politics happen really. The only thing that make the Hagat not a city is the fact very, very few people live there. it's true, there's hotels and museums and shops and the biggest library I've ever seen and training centers and a massive magical garden and zoo and swimming pool and everything, but not a single home. Some people have made small rooms in the back of their shops, but most people live above the ground.
To be honest, I don't blame them, it's a bit claustrophobic living underground. The air doesn't feel right, it's not a fresh.
So, yeah, if I started to describe it to you I'd be here forever, os instead I decided I'm going to explain a little bit every week, so then you get the full detail. Presides, there's nothing much else to blog about.

Oh, and why I'm late.
Yes, I did go last week, but I stayed there for longer than I thought, and so I got back home at 11.PM. My parent's weren't happy, so they punished me by banning me from the computer for a week and from meeting up with my friends for a month, so that's great.
It's a little bit of Pix's fault, but really, it's mutual, with a few other people thrown in. Pix (Frances, she succeeded in getting me to call her Pix) was giving me a tour, and we just lost track of time.

Keep on reading the Sarah B Blog to get more interesting info on my rather unusual life.

Oh, and I asked Pix to update my Tumblr for me (http://thesarahb-fullstop.tumblr.com/) and then went on to treat it like her own. So I'm going to kill her. Is all.