Who: Morag MacDougal and OPEN When: Jan. 9th, afternoon Where: Outside, by the lake. Rating: PG Status: Incomplete
Maybe Morag shouldn't have said the things she said, it wasn't as if Morag was trying to be rude, she was just saying what a lot of people were thinking. Giving out information isn't going to bring Luna back. Telling the wizarding world that muggleborns are being rounded up and murdered, which Morag already knew that was happening, wasn't going to keep her brother safe. It was the way Ginny had treated her that made her angry, as if Morag wasn't risking her and her families lives.
Everything just seemed to screwed up. Her family pulling her in one direction, her friends in another. She never thought it was going to be easy but she never pretended that she could just stand there and let it not effect her.
Morag was sitting on the grass, underneath a tree, her eyes were closed. Just listening to the wind and water. It was soothing but didn't make Morag feel any better. Taking her hand she cleared off the tears that were starting to fill up her eyes. She hated this. Who in their right mind would just sit here and cry? Perhaps she was weaker than she thought. Not something Morag was proud to admit.