Morag was all but impatiently tapping her foot against the floor when the doors swung open and Dean came forth. She brushed her hair over her shoulders as she turned to face him, rolling her eyes at his impertinence. He would have definitely got an earful if he had arrived five seconds later. Twirling her wand through her fingers, she pointed it at him in a lazy fashion and cocked an eyebrow. "Careful, Urquhart. You don't want me to sew your mouth shut, now."
She flicked her wand towards him, casting a silent Impervius, then did the same on herself. Morag really didn't understand how everyone in the castle seemed to be complaining about the rain and getting wet or sick. She had been saying the same thing all day, weren't they wizards? Surely they could cast something as simple as a warming or water repelling charm. Pocketing her wand in her robes, again, Morag motioned Dean to follow her as she began walking down the steps. "And shall I remind you that this walk was your idea, not mine? Besides, I honestly doubt you have anything better to do at the moment."
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