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NAME: Morag Aileen Macdougal
AGE: Seventeen (14 December)
HOUSE/YEAR: 12th year, Ravenclaw
SOCIAL STATUS: The Macdougals can trace their heritage all the way back to King Malcolm I and the House of Dunkeld, but while their name actually carries weight, they have little influence and only moderate means -- years of hearty spending with do that to a household. Of course, that doesn't stop Morag's parents from bragging about who they are (and related to), nor does it keep people from pointing out that Scotland hasn't had a King or Queen since Elizabeth beheaded Mary Queen of Scots and James ditched Scotland for England. While the Macdougals are old money (and blood) and act it, they have relatively little stock in Voldemort, Inc. -- just enough that their name gets tossed around, but not so much that they have any control at all.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual, though she will likely be one of those girls during her first year at Uni who experiments with girls.
APPEARANCE: There's nothing out of the ordinary about Morag Macdougal's appearance. She's average height, average weight. She has brown, shoulder-length hair (that's almost always in a ponytail, with little frayed pieces hanging out of it), blue eyes. Her teeth, while being straighter than most Scots, would be unappealing in the United States. She doesn't starve herself, and she has achieved quality cellulite -- though she's not fat by any means. Like most Scots, even when they get out in the sun, there isn't much sun to burn her, so she's never gotten darker than her foundation. Funnily enough though, Morag's eyebrows have a life of their own, and she keeps them neat and plucked lest they take over her face.
PERSONALITY:
Chatty and personable, Morag is a little bit of a prankster in school. Not in the Weasley sense of the word, but she loved a good joke and went out of her way for one. She has a really vulgar mouth at times, and is almost completely uninhibited. Morag is extremely curious (NOSY) and is forever asking questions. They're not exactly stupid questions, but you can bet it goes into the school newspaper (of which she is the Entertainment Editor for), perhaps in the silly gossip column. All entries in the gossip column have the names changed to protect the guilty; however, it's quite clear who the references are to. Morag likes to think she's as sneaky as James Bond.

She has a fascination for Winston Churchill. She will go dreamy fangirl at the mention, and will sometimes slip his "beautimous!" quotes into her conversations, just so people ask her where that was from, and then she can go into obsessive fangirl mode. Seriously. It's not pretty. He's the only fat, balding man she'd ever claim to have fancied. She has pictures of him taped to the walls in her dormitory, no joke. She's also got something of a weird obsession with Sherlock Holmes, too, and yes, she does have a deerstalker and pipe (even though she'll tell you that that was NEVER in Doyle's books; that was something made up later).

Morag has got a rather interesting sense of humour, and her curiosity gets the best of her. She likes to push other people's buttons to see what makes them tick. She's never cruel with it, though. In fact, she's really good at reading people so she knows when to stop before the person's breaking point. It's all in fun. Others can see it how they want, but Morag doesn't really care all that much what people think about her. Unless you're her friend, then she's the first to apologise - but in her OWN way.

Despite seeming as though she has good self-esteem, she really has poor self-esteem. This is why she was a prankster and a jokester. It's why she has her sense of humour in the first place. She uses humour to deflect her own personal insecurities. But again, she doesn't care enough to change it. It's worked for her up till now, so why change it? She will NEVER say it, but the girls in her dorm room KNOW that she's a bit of a fretter when it comes down to it.

Of course, her moods are mutable, given that she's got a mild form of ADD. She can shift gears, get bored, suddenly become excitable, etc in the span of five minutes. The one thing you know for sure is that she's going to try and make you laugh.

SAGITTARIUS
(November 22 - December 21)
Ravenclaw Sagittarians are the philosophers of the magical world. They love pure theory, pure mathematics, and anything that appeals to their yearning for far horizons, whether those horizons be physical (in which case they will do a lot of traveling) or mental. They excel at astrology and research, and have the rare gift of both being able to investigate a subject deeply and then being able to explain it to other people in plain language. This makes for excellent teaching potential. They are cheerful, athletic, brisk, and humourous, and also decidedly eccentric. Sometimes they get on people's nerves, because they don't have as many interpersonal skills as they seem to think they have, but it's hard to stay mad at a Ravenclaw Sagittarian for very long. They're just too goofy.

DEFINING CHARACTERISTICS: Morag always has her laptop or a notebook (and pen) to jot down important things. She also has a habit of carrying around a camera to document everything she can. Her whole persona revolves around the fact that she knows things before everyone else, be it by worming information out of someone or just plain eavesdropping. She can also be seen with a pen tucked behind her ear.

Her hair is generally a frizzy mess, and while she takes moderately good care of it, the lack of humidity in Scotland leaves her hair a bit on the fly-away side. If she's got an event or something familial to deal with, she WILL put in the extra time to use some sort of anti-frizz gel or mouse. She just can't be arsed to keep it coifed as nicely as say, Daphne Greengrass or Lavender Brown.

LIKES: Winston Churchill, Arthur Conan Doyle/Sherlock Holmes, photography, writing, creative writing, journalism & editing, gossip, asking questions, going to the cinema, pretending she's IN a film as she goes about her daily routine, sugar rushes, vodka (shhh, no one is supposed to know that, right?), CD players, strawberry cake (with very little icing), desk organisation, Berol Black Beauty pencils, Stephen King (aaaavid reader of his novels, favourite book is The Dark Half and Pet Cemetary), old-school kung-fu films

DISLIKES: Emerson, Thoreau ("Who gives two SHITE about how many TWIGS it took to build your HOUSE?"), super glue (She super-glued her fingers to a book once, and while it's funny to her now, she won't go near super-glue), yoga ("Who the hell needs to be THAT bendy anyway?" -- she's obviously still a virgin), the capslock key on her laptop tends to get STUCK a lot, no matter how much she cleans it, how her hair sticks out when she wears it in a ponytail because of "baby hairs."

INSIDE SCOOP:
Never told anyone, but she was seriously terrified when Matthew started holding her hand, taking her out to dinner, walking her to class. Those were BOYFRIEND things to do, and while she liked him (and still does!), it freaked her out too much, and she put the kabob on that by January. Nosy students might notice that she occasionally goes out of her way to pass him in corridors she has no business in. She also often asks questions that will somehow get her answers on his current love-life.

If one were to go through her trunk, one would find a rather enormous pile of notebooks from the current year only. In these diaries, you will find every meal she's eaten in the last year, every single thought she's had about someone. Literally, you would be stumbling upon every single dark secret she's ever had, from stealing the last biscuit, despite telling Lisa (or Mandy or Su or Padma) that she'd save it for her.

Is really a push-over, and sad, puppy eyes will make her give in to ANYTHING. Her dorm-mates probably know this weakness, might even exploit it. Has a nasty habit of talking to herself when she thinks she's alone. Never says anything incriminating, but does ask herself questions. And answers them.

Also desperately wants to live at 221B Baker Street, despite knowing that it's FICTIONAL.

HISTORY: (Detail is your friend! How has their life progressed and furthermore shaped the kind of person they are?)

Morag Macdougal was born the second and final child of Elspeth and Mitchell Macdougal in Montrose, Angus (Scotland). There used to be a joke around the Macdougal estate that Morag's first words were, "WHY!" and the household staff grew bored and tired of hearing that line over and over again. At the age of three, however, Morag showed her parents that she was going to be an exceptionally clever little girl when she began reading from a book in the library, one she'd never had read to her. This began her love affair with reading, and eventually would lead to her desire to write.

Her older brother Stuart teased her mercilessly Morag (but lovingly, there's no history of abuse in her family), so she grew up a bit more of a tomboy than she should have. She learned how to take a punch and give one right back. She got into Ravenclaw because of her thirst for knowledge and her incredibly rich imagination, but Morag's problem has never been a lack of intelligence; her problem is that she has Attention Deficit Disorder, which means she picks and chooses what she wants to learn. Unfortunately, that means she ended up with a lot of useless information bouncing around her head, and rarely EVER school work.

Morag grew up in a comfortable, but not terribly impressive old stately home not too far from The Steeple in Montrose. Morag and Stuart's parents were interested in their children in the way that only well-to-do in name: with nannies and peripheral questions. Morag came to see her nanny Samantha as more of a motherly figure than her own mother, though she doesn't have any ill feelings toward her parents. It was simply how things were.

Perhaps this is why she only has a very few number of real friends. She has a lot of acquaintances and people that considers friends, but she wouldn't necessarily confide in them. Instead, she confides in her notebooks. It's not exactly something that she thinks about too terribly much, really; it's just how she grew up. She still writes letters (and now emails) to her former nanny, who has stayed on at the Macdougal estate.

Morag's older brother Stuart went into law, like their father. Her mother manages the household. It doesn't seem like that difficult a task to Morag, but Elspeth has been forever groaning and complaining about the chores, and how the two of them should be more grateful. Usually that talk happens when taxes are due, and Mitchell gets to use his knowledge of tax law to get around paying some of the higher taxes.

Despite being an early bloomer mentally, Morag was a late bloomer when it came to getting her period and breasts. In fact, it wasn't until she was 15 that she had her first period, and it was another year before it was regular at all. She didn't know which part she hated more: boobs (and bras) or bleeding for four days. It was around this time that she started discovering boys, and damn did she ever. Suddenly this boy and that one was fit as a fiddle, and then she was enamoured with Matthew Bates (and yes, before then, she called him Master Bates. Hell, she did while they dated too.) before too long. They started dating in September this past year, but by January, he managed to freak her out with his boyfriend-ly nature -- holding hands, walking her to class, taking her for dinner.

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Gor, it wasn't easy tracking the Head Girl and Head Boy at a time like this. First, Morag had gotten sidetracked when she smelled Matthew's cologne. It turned out to be some idiot tenth year from waaaay down the bleeding corridor. Gus Docherty? Yeah, Morag was fairly certain it was him. Whatever, he was wearing Matthew's cologne about ten doses too high for a normal person. Thankfully, he took off down another staircase, and while the smell still lingered, it grew very faint.

Trouble followed Mona Mumps, usually in the form of her own big mouth, but it usually made for some unusually fantastic and hilarious soundbites. No one could bring the laughter quite like Mona did -- without even trying. Morag had to hand it to her, there was always something to talk about when she was around.

Unfortunately, Mona wasn't around at all, but Harold Dingle was. Harold Dingle. He was shuffling along, bobbing along quite blissfully unaware of the strange looks he was getting. Morag really thought he was mentally challenged, retarded moronic, defective, held back, dumbbell, dopey, subnormal, half-witted, slow, simple-minded, stupid -- whatever. There was a whole list of words that could describe Harold Dingle.

Her eyes started to water, and the familiar tickle at the back of her throat started. The entire corridor seemed to be in a haze, and then she was coughing enough to hack up her lungs. Harold slipped by her, and the smell was overwhelming. It smelled like something had crawled inside Dingle's arse and died five times. Morag had no real concept of how that would really smell, but it must have been that.

"What the hell IS that?" Morag managed, waving her hand in her face.

"The scent of loooove," came a voice to her left.

She wasn't quite sure if it was Dingle with her eyes watering as badly as they were or someone being an arse. Either way, the few words that sprang to mind were noxious, toxic, and putrid.