"Then you're clearly as delusional as most of the population of this castle," Morag let out a long, dramatic sigh and shook her head, mournfully, "and I had such high hopes for you." She smacked his arm next, not bothering to reply to his comment and instead looking around to see where they were going. They were headed to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and Morag made sure to steer clear away from it. "Oh, the jealousy. People should know by now that no matter how much they talk, they'll never be as great as I am," Morag said, matter-of-factly, a small smile playing across her lips. Yes, she thought high of herself and yes, she was awesome. People should get over it. "You're not so bad yourself, either, you know." And that was the closest she would get to say she quite liked Dean, as well.
Morag was too distracted to notice Dean's discomfort and she simply nodded to his reply, "thank you. I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks so. I was beginning to worry of being too, um, bitchy," she joked. "And hey, I take offence on that! As if I would kiss someone stupid," she bit out, rolling her eyes at Dean. Honestly, she had standards! Morag was slightly confused when Dean stopped walking, then the confusion turned into curiosity as he started to fidget. She cocked an eyebrow and glared at him, talking to her as if she was a common gossip. When he mentioned Samuel, her eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she could actually talk. "You've totally rendered me speechless! Are you saying that--" Morag paused as she gave in on the urge to start laughing, "oh, Merlin, are you being serious? You and Samuel?"
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