Who: Megan Jones and Greg Goyle
What: being trapped
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Mike’s Corner Dining room.
This place… well, it was strange, but there were plenty of good things going on. She got to meet her father, she was working on not feeling like a complete outcast when it came to her new found cousins and uncles. She got to meet two of the founders, and learn from them. She got to watch her parents interact for the first time, and while she definitely had some thoughts on that--- well, it was surreal. And she sort of loved it. All of it.
Packing up her homework, and putting it away in her room, it suddenly hit Megan how hungry she was. She mosed over to the kitchens, and not seeing anything in particular she wanted, she knew where to go. She didn’t have a whole lot of money, just the bit her mother kicked over to her in allowances, but it didn’t hurt to go out to eat once in a while. And Maybe she could sweet talk Mike into giving her a discount.
The whole village just seemed empty as she walked, which seemed strange to her, usually people were out and about at any time of day. She didn’t think anything of it, she knew that a lot of people had embarrassment over the green hue in their hair and maybe it was enough to keep most people at home (though hers had already faded). She stepped into the restaurant area, and saw no customers, or Michael even.
“Mike?” She called, stepping forward as she saw a shadow move in the dining room. She blinked when she saw him, all bulky and slack jawed. He was not Mike. She turned on a heel and practically ran to the door. But it wouldn’t open, she pushed and pushed. She threw all of her weight into it. It didn’t budge. Her heart started pounding in her chest, and tears welled in her eyes. He’d trapped her. He caught her and now he was going to do something awful. She knew it. She knew it. He was going to hurt her. He was going to. She remembered. She knew his face. He was one of the one’s who had escorted her to the Carrows. He remembered how they’d grabbed her, they’d hit her, and hexed her until she couldn’t fight them anymore.
She spun then, turning her attention from the door to the person who’d trapped her. She pulled her wand and aimed it dead at him. “You let me out of here, you let me out of here right now, or you will regret it.”
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