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When: January 11, 1998
Who: Michael Corner, Morag MacDougal
Where: Ravenclaw Common Room
Rating: PG
Summary: Michael confesses, and Morag Plots doom
Watch For: ... plotting

Michael walked into the Ravenclaw common room clutching his donut bag to his chest, what the hell was wrong with that Daphne girl. "Morag, you around?"

Morag looked up from her book. "Over here," she called, straightening up and patting the couch beside her.

Michael quickly sat down next to his friend, he was quite shaken up and he pulled out a donut and offered the bag to Morag, "I don't get girls."

Morag took a bite of her donut, before responding. "How come?"

"They're odd, confusing, horny, and did I mention odd?"

Morag smirked. "Have you forgotten that -I'm- a girl?"

"Well no. But you're different."

She grinned. "I know. So, what happened to make you think this way of the species?"


Morag's eyes widened. "M-molested?"

"YES! And all because I offered the girl a DONUT! Does donut sound like a euphamism for snog me silly to you?"

"Not at all," said Morag. "Why didn't you fight back?"

Michael rolled his eyes, "because I do not believe in hitting people."

Morag shook her head. "Not even if they're molesting you? Who was it, anyway?"

"Daphne Greengrass. And I was in a state of SHOCK!!"

"Greengrass?" Morag bristled. "That little bitch!"

Michael rolled his eyes, "calm yourself Morag babes. No harm no foul, right?" He finished off his donut and looked in the bag to see that it was empty, damnit.

Morag licked jelly off her fingers before continuing. "It just isn't right, though. Someone ought to go teach her a thing or two."

Michael shrugged, he was out of sugar damnit. "And that should be you?" He fished through his pockets looking for candy.

Morag smirked and tossed him a pack of Botts' Beans. "Why not?"

He nodded his thanks and started to inhale the contents of the box, "hey, you've got my support. I'll help even." He was much more logical when he was consuming sugar

"Good, good. I'll get back at her sometime," she assured him, popping a bean into her mouth.

"Can I help? That girl as damn freaky."

"Of course! How shall we do it?" Morag leaned over, ready to plot.

Michael pondered, and pondered, until his ponderer was sore, "dunno."

Morag rested her chin on her hands. "We could put veritaserum in her pumpkin juice."

"And what would we do with it?"

"Make her embarrass herself by telling everyone the truth about everything!" Morag exclaimed happily.

"That's rather wicked. But brilliant all the same."

"Exactly," said Morag, with a broad grin. "I'll have to look up the ingredients - I can't make Veritaserum off the top of my head."

"I can help you! I wasn't put in Ravenclaw by mistake, contary to what other people believe."

Morag grinned. "I know."

"Good. That's why I like you."

She punched him lightly on the arm. "Because I know everything?"

He rubbed his arm where she'd hit him, "not really, mainly because you feed me."

"Well, that's good enough," she said, shrugging.

Michael smiled, "see, that's another reason why I like you. You don't go off on mad crazy tangents to often. You leave the overreacting to me."

She grinned. "Yeah, that's about the long and short of it."

Michael stood up, "come on, lets go play in the snow. We can deal with revenge later."

"Playing in the snow is your solution to everything, isn't it?" she asked, wryly.

"'Course it is. Because it's snow and that makes it special."

She stood up, grinning. "What do you do in the summer, then?"

"Simple, I contemplate moving to like New Zealand, where it's cold in the summer."

Morag cocked her head. "I'd like to travel, someday."

"Well then. We'll go on a mad crazy trek around the world. Call it M & M's Magical Misadventure."

"That would be fun," Morag acknowledged.

"Course it would."

"I want to learn to drive," Moag said, firmly. "We'll drive parts of the way. "

"Drive???? Oh that'd be fun! I'm so used to taking the undergound, driving ould be nice."

"I've never been on the underground, either! I want to try -all- Muggle types of transportation!"

"Including boats?" Michael asked with a shiver

"Sure, why not? You got a problem with boats?" she asked.

"They make me seasick." He stated simply.

"Ah. Well, I can always go without."

"No, I'm sure there some magical cure for it. I refuse to be the reason you deny yourself a boat trip"

Morag smiled. "Thanks, Michael. There has to be some sort of anti-seasickness spell."

"Course, and if not, I'll survive."

She laughed. "I wish I had your approach to life, Michael."

"Ah but see, if you hang around me long enough it might rub off on you."

"I sure hope it does," Morag said.

"It will. It's impossible for it not to with the amount of time we spend with eachother."

"That's a good thing," Morag assured him.

"'course it is, because I'm perfectly marvelous and things about me are perfectly marvelous also," he said flashing a cheeky grin.

Morag giggled, and grabbed his arm. "C'mon, Lockhart. Let's go play in the snow."
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