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.
