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♥; m&m ([info]morag) wrote in [info]riddikulus,
@ 2008-01-01 23:59:00


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WHO; Morag MacDougal && Dean Urquhart.
WHEN; Tuesday, September 23rd. After dinner.
WHERE; Front steps of the castle, then around the grounds?
SUMMARY; Morag and Dean need some healthy distraction.
RATING; PG. Maybe PG-13 for language.
WARNINGS; None, yet?
STATUS; In progress.

As thankful as Morag had been for coming back to Hogwarts, she now found herself wishing the summer hadn't ended. Since the beginning of the school year (and, Merlin, had that only been a month ago?), Morag had been met with annoyance upon annoyance; everyone behaving childishly when they were supposed to act like adults, now, and she was honestly getting sick and tired of everyone. Even Michael, who seemed to be flirting with anything that moved, was starting to wear down her patience and she was so, so close to snapping. And, really, if she were truly honest with herself, she would realise that the horrid mood she was in basically stemmed from that, but she could not -- would not allow herself to still have feelings for her ex-boyfriend. That just couldn't happen.

Morag rarely admitted to much, specially when it came to things she enjoyed, but things had been so horrible lately that she didn't have any trouble telling Dean she was actually looking forward to their walk. Her relationship with Dean was a weird one, yet entirely pleasant. While everyone just got defensive whenever Morag opened her mouth, Dean would actually come back with a snarky retort and that was what basically warmed him up to her; people who didn't fairly fight back were such a waste of time. And in their little, messed up relationship, they actually got to talking and getting things off their chest... it was pleasant, indeed.

Having skipped dinner, Morag waited until it was almost 7:30 to walk out to the front steps of the castle. She hated being late to appointments, no matter how unimportant they were, and usually made it a point of arriving right on time, if not earlier. Morag also hated waiting for people, and unless Dean had some sort of death wish, she hoped it wouldn't take him too long to arrive.

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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-02 06:00 am UTC (link)
Dean was thankful his common room wasn’t a hideously long walk from the Entrance Hall, as well as the front steps. He knew if he kept Morag waiting for long he would get an earful about it. Granted their relationship was bickering and playful banter, but honestly Dean knew the difference and getting an earful would be bad. Dean was not in the mood for it either. He had enough shit going on with Sam and himself. How the guy could think he would be up for involving Booth in the mix was beyond him. Why would he want to do anything with that Hufflepuff, the mere idea disgusted him. Yeah Dean was gay, but he had standards.

Dean was annoyed about this, and it was getting harder to hide his annoyance. He was sort of scared he would just blurt it out at Morag, and in some sense he wanted too, but in others he didn’t. He needed someone to talk to this about, but perhaps he could talk to Morag and make it out that Sam was a girl. Problem with that was finding a girl she wouldn’t talk too.

He was trying not to think about it when he walked up the stairs to the entrance hall to find Morag. He fixed his glasses and the beanie he was wearing on his head. He adjusted his sweater and looked at his jeans. Why he cared how he looked he didn’t know. It was raining out so he was curious as to what Morag was going to think to that.

He popped out the doors to the front steps to find Morag. “Don’t you look decidedly stuck up. Alright so you got my lazy arse out here and don’t be a bloody waste of time.”

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[info]morag
2008-01-02 06:20 am UTC (link)
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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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-02 06:30 am UTC (link)
“You wouldn’t dare, you love my mouth.” Dean said with a smirk as he looked at her with one of his awkward almost smiles. He didn’t smile much so when he did it often seemed a tad awkward. Dean was not one to smile or so he claimed, despite the fact he did it a lot recently when in the company of Sam. He was just blaming it on the fact that he was getting in some hands on fun, which he had wanted last night and was completely denied.

Dean was a tad nervous when Morag used her wand, he was admittedly afraid she would do something, granted this was not something he would verbally admit. He didn’t want to admit much of anything these days. “Of course I had something better to do, well I would have had last not gone so drastically wrong. Well I actually can’t guarantee I would have been busy so oh well.” Dean shrugged his shoulders and started to walk down the stairs. “But you are telling me that you are complaining about spending time with me. I am hurt Morag. You are such a loner I would expect you to be bowing at my feet for a walk.”

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[info]morag
2008-01-02 06:52 am UTC (link)
"And I'd love it even more if it weren't yapping nonsense most of the time," Morag retorted, flapping her hand in the air to demonstrate. The side of her lip quirked up in a half a smile, a really weird occurrence in the past few days. Despite popular belief, Morag did smile and it happened quite often, too. Granted, she usually did whenever she was among friends or making fun of someone, but that still counted. In the past week, however, she had nothing to smile out. It was one thing after the other, the awful things that had been happening to her. First Michael, flirting all over the place and being so bold about it, too. Then realising she still had feelings for him and, as if that wasn't bad enough, having Katherine tell her she was sure Michael liked her, still, had certainly been the last straw.

Morag began walking at a slower pace so Dean could catch up with her, quickly, and she smirked at him over her shoulder. "The faster you admit you have no life and I'm, pretty much, the only great thing that's happened to you, today, the better it'll be for everyone." She paused on her walking, turned to him and poised her hands on her hips, "And who are you calling a loner, Mr. 'oh please, Morag, come take a walk with me'?" she added with a glare.

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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-02 07:04 am UTC (link)
“I yap no nonsense,” he said with a mock shocked look. Dean shook his head after and rolled his eyes. “You are the one that yaps none stop, and about people. Though I do appreciate that.” He gave a sly half grin that he was sort of famous for, or at least he liked to think he was famous for. Dean still found the entire relationship with Morag amusing, she really was wonderful and if he was straight he was sure he would be mildly obsessed.

“My life is just fine, and you don’t really need to be in it.” He gave her a look that appeared like he wasn’t joking, but of course he was. Morag kept him sane, and he was able to insult and not have her get overly offended and just say something snappy back. “I am perfectly fine with my quidditch obsession and spending time with like my only other friend Sam. But I sadly have to admit you were the only good thing that happened.” He was serious, because he had argued with Sam and that was never fun.

“I am no loner love, I happen to have gotten up to some good snogging lately,” he announced as if proud of himself.

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[info]morag
2008-01-02 07:30 am UTC (link)
"You keep telling yourself that, dear," Morag said with a light chuckle and a pat on Dean's shoulder. "And that is hardly nonsense! I simply say what most people think and are too much of a wuss to come out and say it themselves." Because, honestly, no one could convince Morag that she was the only one who thought Macmillan was an annoying git or that someone actually cared about Samuel's sexual orientation. You would have to be leading a quite pathetic life to pay that much attention to someone else's personal issues.

"Yet, you keep coming to me every time," she replied lightly, resuming her walk once again. Morag tended to get ahead most of the time, when she walked with other people, so she hooked an arm through Dean's, not really caring if he protested or not. "I do sympathise with you, though. I don't understand how do you deal with Samuel on an every day basis without wanting to murder him, at least, five times a day." Morag liked Sam, sort of, but she certainly didn't have enough patience to deal with him and she was actually curious about how Dean managed to do it.

Morag's mouth snapped open at his last statement; that was actually the last thing she'd think Dean would blurt out to her. She laughed under her breath and shook her head, "well, at least one of us is getting some action, though it bothers me that it's you. Who's the unlucky lady? And please, spare me the gory details."

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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-02 07:43 am UTC (link)
“I will keep telling myself, thank you because I fully believe it.” Dean laughed a little which almost felt slightly unnatural in her presence, or anyone’s for that matter. Dean was never use to this laughter thing because it didn’t exactly happen an over abundance. “Some of it is nonsense love, because it comes from you.” He smirked at her before looking ahead of him as they walked. He felt her arm slip into his and he turned to look at her. “Well I like you, despite what people say about you.” Yes Dean was admitting to liking her company, what was wrong with that.

When Morag brought up Sam he looked down at his feet trying not to seem like this was not a topic he wanted to discuss. “I don’t know how I deal with him, he has been an annoying baby lately.” Okay so it was true sort of. Dean dealt with Sam because he wanted to because he liked him; it was as simple as that. Right now though, it was a different story, mainly due to the fiasco of last night.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself doll, I’m sure someone is stupid enough to snog you.” Dean gave a forced smile before he felt the need to tell her who he was snogging and messing around with. “It is uh,” he took a deep breath and stopped walking and looked at her. “Don’t breathe a word of this; I expect your mouth to not blabber this about.” It was almost like he was going to tell her was snogging some Hufflepuff girl. “It is Samuel.”

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[info]morag
2008-01-02 08:15 am UTC (link)
"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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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-02 08:27 am UTC (link)
Dean just shook his head ignoring her somewhat, and focusing on the fact she had hit him. “Please do not touch the merchandise; I will say you are sabotaging the Slytherin quidditch team with doing such things.” He laughed before looking at head of them again, and laughing at her comments. “Them jealous of you? That would be the day, who wants to be like your, or you for that matter. I’m sorry that you are you, it must be hard.” He looked at her as if he had said nothing at all, and appeared completely innocent. He even pushed his glasses back up his nose. “And thanks for the forced compliment, it means so much.” It actually did because he knew it was as close as she would get to admitting she enjoyed his company like he enjoyed hers.

“You, too bitchy? You passed that mark years ago.” He rolled his eyes, Morag be too bitchy that was a laugh. It was amusing in his mind. He let the whole thing about her standards pass by since he had other things on his mind. When she said she was rendered speechless and even laughed he admittedly felt a bit awkward. Dean scratched the back of his neck and sighed. “Yes I am being serious; I have messed around with Sam twice now. And bloody hell it is amazing.” Dean paused for a second, “not that you want to know that. Anyway he is being a right ass and I fucking hate right now, despite myself feeling completely different about it.” He looked away for a second and then back to her, “So yeah, just to clarify I just like guys.” He didn’t want Morag thinking he was bisexual because if he was telling her this he might as well spill it all.

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[info]morag
2008-01-02 08:52 am UTC (link)
"Oh, please, as if they'd care," she said, rolling her eyes at him once again. "Something happens to you and they find another chaser, maybe make Draco the captain and what happens to you? You become 'Dean Urquhart; the has-been.' No one will remember your face three days afterwards." She kept a straight face as she talked, not even cracking the smallest of smiles. Her statement held some truth to it, even if she wasn't blatantly criticising Dean's abilities as a Quidditch player and captain. "You got that wrong, dear. Who wouldn't want to be me? I'm smart, wealthy, drop-dead gorgeous... and have I mentioned modest, too?" Morag gave a slight shrug, "you're right, though. Being this amazing can be quite tiring at times, but you've got to do what you've got to do."

Morag stopped laughing abruptly and smacked Dean's arm the slightest bit harder when he started blabbing about Sam. As much as she didn't care about other people's sexual preferences, she didn't really want to hear about it in full detail. "I wasn't kidding when I told you to spare the gory details, you know?" She was glad she had skipped breakfast, because of the thought of Sam (or Dean, or anyone else that she wasn't involved with) in any sexual situation was kind of nauseating. "So. You're gay and Sam's--" Morag cleared her throat and smirked, "straight. How does that work, exactly? And what did he do to suddenly deserve such hatred from you?"

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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-02 09:04 am UTC (link)
“Oh ouch, that does actually hurt. I pride myself on my skills. I didn’t know you could be so cruel Morag.” Of course he knew she could be cruel, but he just felt like adding it on. He didn’t mind what said, because honestly as things were it was probably the truth. Dean was good at quidditch and a great captain, in his books, but for the other people out there he didn’t know what they thought of him and he really didn’t care. His thoughts though strayed as he said he was wrong, and looked at her shocked. “Me wrong, never possible. I am right, because who wants to be Morag MacDougal…honestly. I think they would prefer to be me.” He gave this smug look. Sometimes Dean didn’t even want to be Dean, and that was happening with the whole gay thing. He was going to have to tell his parents soon. “To be that amazingly full of it is hard.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to get into details.” He said as if he didn’t want to be hit again, which was the truth. “Yup I’m gay, and well Sam…I’m not going to call him straight because some of things he has done would seriously counteract that. I’m going to go with bisexual.” Dean said it with some confidence. “As for what he did, he thought it would be fun, hot and sexy to throw Booth into the mix. Let me say that is just disgusting. Booth Huntington is just ew.” Dean said this with extreme disgust. The Hufflepuff just drove him mad, he was afraid of losing Sam to him. “Oh and by the way Sam is straight if you are talking to anyone else.”

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[info]morag
2008-01-02 09:33 am UTC (link)
"Don't lie now, of course you knew," she laughed, then, but was quick to change the subject. Talking about Quidditch wasn't something Morag was too fond of and the last thing she wanted was to get Dean in full rant mode about the game. She got enough of that from Mikey, already. "And who would want to be you, honestly, love. No offence," and that even made her laugh, "but you're scrawny, you wear glasses knowing there are ways to fix your eyesight and, ugh Merlin, that hat you wear sometimes!" Morag made a face and promptly reached up to take off his beanie hat. "Hm, slight improvement, though there's still a lot to be done."

She made sure to keep the hat out of his reach, shaking her head as she heard of Sam's antics. "Merlin, Samuel is such a hypocrite! Again, why do you deal with him? Of all the men in this place..." Morag actually gagged as Dean mentioned Booth Huntington and whatever it was Sam had planned to do. "And he's dabbling with Hufflepuffs! How you didn't hex him to pieces, I don't understand." She was glad, though, that Dean had opposed to that... she would have probably walked away if he had said he'd agreed with him. "Like bloody hell he is. You can't just tell me this and pretend I won't at least make fun of him once."

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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-02 09:55 am UTC (link)
“Yeah I do know, that was a lie you are really cruel.” He gave her look of agreement and looked around the grounds at their actual location and then finally looked back to Morag when she called him scrawny and insulted his hat. “I like that hat, give it back my head is now cold.” He pouted; of course it was fake he didn’t really mind. He ruffled his messy hair, he wore a hate for a reason. “As for my glasses, I don’t really care, it gives me character.” He said in a matter of fact tone. “There is no need to improve me I look perfectly fine, Sam doesn’t seem to complain.” He said as he tried to reach for his hat.

“I deal with him because he is hot.” Dean said, and some of it was the truth, but he also liked other things about him. He just didn’t want to get into them and sound too much like a girl, which he knew he would. “I would have liked to hex him, but I was a little preoccupied with shooting daggers from my eyes at Booth. He interrupted us.” Dean sighed after he said this, and he just went back reaching for his hat. “As for the other men, I sort of need to find another gay guy and not being out causes a problem with that.”

He waited for a second before commenting to her making fun of Sam. “Go for if you want just make it private. He will kick my ass, and I don’t want the whole school know.”

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[info]morag
2008-01-02 02:55 pm UTC (link)
"Bloody hell, stop whining, you look better without it on," Morag insisted, still keeping the hat away from him. She would spell it away if he kept persisting. "The only character your glasses give you is that of a nerd. How bad is your eyesight, anyway?" Morag was tempted to take off his glasses, as well, but that probably would be harder to accomplish. "Well, Sam's opinion doesn't matter. Mine, on the other hand, is pretty vital. What does it say about you that Sam likes the way you look, when he also likes Huntington?" She made a face and even went as far as sticking her tongue out.

"Oh Merlin, listen to yourself! I think this beanie hat has done some serious damage to your brain." Morag felt like smacking some sense into Dean, more for the pleasure of smacking him silly than anything else, of course, but he seemed to really need it. Throwing his hat over her shoulder, she let out a quick breath and linked her arm through his again to resume their walk. "I can't believe I'm about to say any of this and I swear to Merlin I'll have you locked up in St. Mungo's for insanity if you ever repeat it, but you deserve someone better than Samuel. You're kind of an okay person and he is, well, kind of an asshole! Surely you can do better than him." She had hit a whole new level of low, Morag thought as she kept walking. First, it was Anthony asking for relationship advice and now she was freely giving it to Dean. Merlin, what was next? Playing matchmaker? The thought made her shudder.

"I would lose what little respect I have for you if you let Harper kick your ass, honestly. And who the bloody fuck cares if the whole school finds out? Not that I would say anything, of course, because I have better things to do with my time than spread gossip, but I'm only saying that he would definitely deserve it."

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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-02 10:23 pm UTC (link)
“My eyesight is pretty bad, so don’t take them off. Just give me back my hat.” Dean sighed as he looked at her. He wanted his hat back, he felt complete with it. He always wore it when not in classes so it made him feel complete. “As for his taste, I’m not exactly the attractive looking person. So I questioned his taste in the first part.” Dean ran his fingers through his hair; it was a strange feeling because he was admittedly not use to it.

Dean was rather surprised she was saying he deserved someone better, that was the last thing he expected. It was sort of strange really, but it was also sort of comforting. “I don’t exactly know how to find someone else.” Dean was being completely honest; he didn’t really know how to tell when a guy was gay. It wasn’t like he was asking Morag for help though, but if she knew someone it would be nice of her to say.

Dean was shocked she would think he would let him kick his ass, sure he said it but he wouldn’t let it happen. “I don’t think I would let him kick my ass, at least without giving him some sort of black eye.” Dean laughed a little and cast a quick glance back to where his hat had landed. He used his free hand and got his wand. “Accio Hat.” He looked at Morag as he got his hat back. “Fantastic,” he smirked as he pulled on his hat. “Now as for Sam deserving it he does, but it would out me and that does not sound appealing.”

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[info]morag
2008-01-03 04:08 am UTC (link)
Morag shrugged off Dean's comment and didn't say anything else about the subject. If Dean thought himself unattractive, then that was his problem, not hers. She couldn't - and wouldn't - do anything to talk him out of him, because if another compliment left her mouth, she would have to kill herself. She had already said a lot of things she would regret later on.

"Ugh, do I have to play matchmaker now, too?" As horrid as the idea seemed, Morag thought it could probably be fun... and just the slightest bit embarrassing for Dean. Grinning, as her brain starting coming up with ideas, she gave Dean's arm a light squeeze. "I help you find a boyfriend and you be my personal slave for the rest of the year," Morag proposed with a chuckle. She doubted Dean would fall for it - making deals with Morag was almost up there with making deals with the devil - but she didn't lose anything with trying. "And I mean the school year, by the way."

Morag scoffed when Dean accio'ed his hat back and shook her head, irritated. "The hat needs to go. It's absolutely dreadful!" And the glasses, too, even if he was a blind mice without them. She would make it her personal goal to get rid of them before the Christmas holidays came about. "And anyway, if word went out about Samuel, no one needs to know you're involved."

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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-03 06:48 am UTC (link)
“Matchmaker? I think not.” Dean looked at Morag as if she was off her rocker. He would never make a deal with her just to have her set him up with some weird guy. Yeah he would much prefer to pick his on guys, if he was going to pick one at all. “I am not making a deal with you, being your personal slave would be hell.” Dean knew her well enough to know that being her personal slave would be horrid.

“As for my hat, it is stay.” He gave her a look like don’t mess with the hat. Dean wanted to keep this hat if he could help it. Dean was sure it was possible as long as Morag didn’t get her way. “He will know it was me and then take it out on me. I don’t want to talk to him or deal with his shit right now.”

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[info]morag
2008-01-03 06:48 pm UTC (link)
"Ruin my fun, why don't you?" Morag said through a pout, smacking his arm once again. No matter, she thought as he kept talking, just because he had said no, didn't mean she would actually listen to him. Morag MacDougal didn't take orders from anyone, specially not anyone younger than her. And even if she didn't get Dean as her personal slave - and really, how horrid could that be? - she would get her fun in some other way.

"As for your hat, I suggest you hide it in your trunk and use your best locking charm to keep it from being shred into pieces." If there was something Morag was, besides heartless and a total annoyance, it was stubborn. The more Dean kept arguing about the bloody hat, the more she wanted to get rid of it and once she got her mind set on something - even if it was something as ridiculous as a hat - she wouldn't keep still until she accomplished it. "You do realise that ignoring someone who shares a room with you is impossible, right? And I don't care, really, if he knows it was you. You can hold your own against him and if he gets too whiny, you can simply sew his mouth shut."

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[info]thebetterdean
2008-01-03 09:43 pm UTC (link)
Dean just looked at her like she was nuts, how was he ruining her fun? What did she actually think he would be her personal slave for the year? That would be the funniest thing he had heard all year if it was the case. Dean just hoped she was joking. Still her playing matchmaker wasn’t that bad of an idea, but he could do it on his own.

“No my hat will be on my head, otherwise it would defeat the purpose and you would win.” Dean loved his hat, it was a part of him and it was strange not to wear it. He was comfortable in it. It would not be something he would give up without a fight. “Yes, I do realize that it is very hard to ignore someone the next bed over.” Dean looked at Morag and sighed. “If you have to make fun of him for it fine. We are already arguing so what would be different?”

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