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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
2008-01-03 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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