Post by Morgan Pendragon on Mar 22, 2008 16:07:59 GMT -5
Morgan made her way to potions, having had to stop by her common room to drop some books off. O.W.L.s were approaching with alarming speed, and Morgan had to study for them, as well as research whatever she could of various personages at the ministry, in drakborough, triangle tunnel, and around the school. The stealth she needed impeded her pace, but it was a sacrifice she had to make, or give the game up too quickly.
Not that what she was doing was in anyway a game. She knew her name had been on some list of Shadow and Gwen's co-conspirators. If she was found involved in suspicious acts now, she would be given far worse than a slap on the wrist. They may even ship her off to Azkaban. The worry that something may have slipped was starting to keep her up at night, and bruise-like marks began to blossom underneath her eyes, contrasting sharply withher fair skin.
In addition to all of this worry, she had her prefect duties to attend to, the quidditch season to prepare for, extra classes to study for, and her social life. No wonder Teagan prefers being alone she thought bitterly as she dragged herself through the corridor in the dungeon. She was so tired. She wished she could have stayed in the common room and napped. What use were classes now? Scorpius was alive and well, and the ministy was denying it and shoving everyone who gainsayed them into prison.
At last, Morgan trudged into class, and spying Malachy, sank into the seat next to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. She was too tired to realize that Something had just Happened. She didn't spare a glance for Felix in any case, because she was trying to keep up the pretense that she regarded him no more than any other student. By this she hoped to distance them in the minds of others so that no one would think they were up to anything.
"What's the lesson today?" she asked Malachy.
Not that what she was doing was in anyway a game. She knew her name had been on some list of Shadow and Gwen's co-conspirators. If she was found involved in suspicious acts now, she would be given far worse than a slap on the wrist. They may even ship her off to Azkaban. The worry that something may have slipped was starting to keep her up at night, and bruise-like marks began to blossom underneath her eyes, contrasting sharply withher fair skin.
In addition to all of this worry, she had her prefect duties to attend to, the quidditch season to prepare for, extra classes to study for, and her social life. No wonder Teagan prefers being alone she thought bitterly as she dragged herself through the corridor in the dungeon. She was so tired. She wished she could have stayed in the common room and napped. What use were classes now? Scorpius was alive and well, and the ministy was denying it and shoving everyone who gainsayed them into prison.
At last, Morgan trudged into class, and spying Malachy, sank into the seat next to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. She was too tired to realize that Something had just Happened. She didn't spare a glance for Felix in any case, because she was trying to keep up the pretense that she regarded him no more than any other student. By this she hoped to distance them in the minds of others so that no one would think they were up to anything.
"What's the lesson today?" she asked Malachy.