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

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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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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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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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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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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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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