♥; m&m (morag) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-02-02 20:09:00

WHO; Morag MacDougal && Michael Corner
WHEN; Backdated to Friday, October 24th. Somewhere in the afternoon.
WHERE; School grounds.
SUMMARY; Morag's avoiding the common room and Michael comes to keep her company.
RATING; ~~M for MURDER.~~ TBA?
WARNINGS; none so far.
STATUS; en progreso~

The weather was warmer than it had been for the past couple of days and for that Morag was grateful, even if it meant walking around through a light drizzle. At the moment, anything was better than the common room. Ravenclaw tower was in dire need of cleaning and Morag's discomfort was getting to the point where she was seriously considering moving with Katherine to Gryffindor tower or just going ahead and apologising to the house elves, herself. She would do it, too, if only she were sure they would actually accept her apology. There were, of course, other drastic measures she could take, but she didn't think Michael would appreciate much getting his arse kicked until he fixed the whole mess.

With no common room to stay at and with the halls of the castle too crowded for her to go into the Room of Requirement unnoticed, Morag was left wandering the school grounds, her school bag hoisted on her shoulder. It was technically a free day, but she hated those more than she hated weekends. Morag could never be still, she always needed to be doing something, whether it was working on her homework, reading for class or leisure - it didn't matter, just as long as it kept her occupied - and now with this whole no classes business the Headmistress had sprung upon them, unexpectedly, she had no idea what to do to pass up time.

Five minutes into her wandering, the rain started letting up and Morag didn't feel like walking any more, so she settled under a tree close to the lake and far away enough from the rest of the students milling around. She pulled the half empty box of sugar quills Theodore had given her from her bag and grudgingly took the journal out, as well. Loathe as she was to admit it, the damn thing had proven to be quite entertaining at times and she was bored, after all.

And after a brief conversation with Michael where she'd asked him to keep her company, Morag was now putting the thing away. She had half a mind of putting the sugar quills back into her bag, as well, not too keen on the idea of sharing her sweets, but quickly dismissed the thought, eased by the fact that she could always tell Michael to shove off if he tried to eat too many. Leaning back against the tree trunk, Morag stuck one of the quills into her mouth, her eyes constantly straying towards the entrance of the castle as she waited for Michael to walk out.

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cornerfied
2008-02-03 02:50 am UTC (link)

Why was this such a big bloody deal? Michael himself was starting to get annoyed with the whole thing, which was a drastic change from how amused he had been at the reactions of others. There were probably still those students who thought that he had chopped a few of the house elves into pieces and hid them somewhere, and then there were those others who thought he had simply kicked them. There had been, however, no violence involved, and now Michael really wanted to get in front of everyone in the Great Hall during breakfast and shout this fact loud and clear. Could he possibly suck up his own ego and just hunt those house elves down and apologize? He wasn't sure just how sincere any sort of apology would sound, but it seemed this was slowly becoming his last option.

This free day seemed like the perfect opportunity. At least it had when Michael woke up and showered, whispering to himself possible, hopefully charming, words of repentance. That idea started to slip away, however, when he decided that he shouldn't bother spending his free day groveling, studying, or doing much of anything, really. A walk seemed nice, but he didn't know where exactly he should walk to. The idea of running into Hermione Granger in the library was slightly alarming, especially considering she may have already written a speech out for him, outlining just what the house elves deserved to hear and whatnot.

The boredom was overtaking him quickly, and a nap was perhaps on the horizon when he opened his journal and struck up conversation with Morag. He did feel, at least, slightly sorry that she had to live in conditions that she really didn't like. He didn't think it was that deplorable, but she was a girl, and girls liked it clean. Or so he simply assumed, it was too confusing to try to analyze. Perhaps they could just forget about the whole house elf ordeal and chat, so he immediately decided that some bonding time was in order.

Michael hadn't been outside yet, so he had no idea if it was warm or chilly, but none of that mattered as he almost skipped along the castle and into the courtyard, squinting and humming softly. Other students were giving his choice of tune curious glances, but he ignored them and made a beeline for Morag, who, just as he assumed, was seated far away from everyone else.

"Moooorag!" he called when he was close enough for her to hear without having to shout. "What a cozy spot."

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morag
2008-02-04 06:53 am UTC (link)

Morag looked up at the sound of her name, a smile already forming even as she rolled her eyes at Michael. She hated it, really, the way her mood would just shift whenever he was around. Morag was glad that things hadn't got awkward between them after she'd come clean about her feelings, but she didn't know how to feel about the fact things were still pretty much the same. It'd been two weeks and she had no idea where they stood in this weird relationship of theirs, and the way she saw it, that information was giving Michael power to hold over her. Among other things, she hated that, too.

"Not quite," she mumbled around a sugar quill, making a show of shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She took the quill out of her mouth just long enough to add, "this tree trunk is kind of rough and keeps digging into my back." And the grass felt prickly under her thighs, not to mention damp from the previous drizzle and gross, and honestly? She could name at least ten things that were wrong with her current situation, starting from the at least dozen of students doing mindless things around the grounds, to the giant squid startling her every time it decided to surface, or the simple fact that she had to be outside at all, just because her quiet and comfortable common room was absolutely unbearable. But really, she didn't want to ruin the mood, so she kept quiet.

Scooting aside to leave room for Michael to sit, Morag picked her pack of sweets and held it up for him, "want one?"

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cornerfied
2008-02-06 06:17 am UTC (link)

The part of Michael's brain that was completely oblivious to things, more things than he would like to ever admit, didn't fully realize just how much Morag seemed to change when he was around. He thought he had the magic touch with everyone, really, not just Morag. He didn't know what exactly they were, or where exactly they were going, but he couldn't figure it out on his own. The confessions about her feelings made him think, but he never came to a conclusion about what exactly he thought. If she asked about that, he was bound to either repeat her questions or ask for her input before answering.

By the time she had finished speaking he had made it so he was standing next to where she was sitting. He glanced around for a few moments before focusing his attention entirely on her. "Pity they don't make tree trunks as soft as they used to, really," he joked, trying to figure out just what sort of mood Morag was in. Should he start preparing for a lecture? Maybe the speech he had been planning for the house elves could be used on her, too. Or maybe he could just try to ignore the topic altogether. "At least it's sort of nice out here. Not warm enough for sunbathing, but I reckon it's better than it could be," he said as he accepted her invitation and plopped down in a clumsy manner, trying not to bump into her. At least no one else was wandering over to join them.

"I don't know, am I allowed to have one? Or two?" he asked, playfully trying to keep the mood light.

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