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rp log - scott and morgan
Characters: Morgan Hopkins and Scott Turpin
Setting: Backdated to May 4th, early noon
Summary: Comforting each other
Warnings: None!

After the first nightmare, Morgan couldn’t really get the long hours of sleep, even though she had told Wayne (after he’d rushed in) that she was okay enough to go back to sleep. They were broken up with her going in and out of consciousness. Eventually, she had gotten up and slipped into Leah’s room to cuddle up with her baby sister in hopes that it would work. In a way, it did but when she had woke up back up in the morning, she didn’t feel any less exhausted than she had by the middle of the day before. She was pretty sure she’d have to secure Dreamless Draught soon. Instead of going out to get some (though she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to just waltz into an apothecary and buy a bunch of phials), she had gone over Seamus and Aoife’s for a quick visit, and then over to a place that she probably should have gone much earlier. Morgan lifted up a hand and knocked on Scott’s door. Scott knew that he wasn’t a special snowflake. He wasn’t the only one that had lost someone because of the war, nor was he the only one that saw someone die in front of him. But despite knowing this, he was still in a strop with -- well, pretty much everyone. It could probably be blamed on his lack of sleep, combined with general thoughts about the battle, but he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone or interact with others. He didn’t go down to breakfast when he was supposed to, and even when he did, he had been quiet. Scott didn’t have anything to say. He was tired and generally antagonistic, but he eventually went back to his room and climbed back into bed. Scott considered opening his journal and seeing if people were back to being chatty Cathy’s yet, but decided against it. He eventually managed to drift off, but that was when he heard the knock. “Yeah?” he called, though he wasn’t entirely sure that whoever knocked would have heard him. Morgan heard something vague. It could have been a “come in” or a “go away” but either way, at least it was a response and he was in there. If he really wanted anyone standing outside his door to go away then... well, she just wasn’t going to listen. Before she opened the door, Morgan quickly fixed her hair and smoothed out her shirt -- not that it really mattered. Her face, like probably every other face of the students that had gone through the psychological torture in this year, bore signs of exhaustion and general sleep deprivation. She was pretty sure she also forgot to wear a some eyeliner as well. She didn’t say anything at all, until she opened the door wide (because Lisa had said to keep it open). “Hey.” He managed to smile at her, because Scott most certainly was not expecting Morgan to show up. “Hi,” he responded, sitting up and adjusting the pillows behind him before leaning back. He vaguely wondered why she opened his door completely (because he hated leaving his door open), but he didn’t bother asking. “Come on in,” Scott said, as he nodded towards the foot of his bed. It was really the only place in his room to sit, unless she wanted to sit on the floor, which -- would have been weird. “How are you?” He could tell by her appearance that she was just as fatigued as he was, and he didn’t blame her at all. It had been one hell of a year. They were supposed to celebrate, but how could they with so many deaths? Morgan was in no way in a mood to celebrate. Yeah, they had won but there had been deaths. There had been so many losses. What had they won really? What about those who had lost their sons and daughters and brothers and sisters? It was a selfish thought, yes, but it was all she could focus on. But she didn’t bother saying any of those things. Instead she smiled back at him, a genuine one this time, as she came up and sat down. (She made sure to lean over and give him a kiss as she did). “I’m... good. I’m okay,” she said with a nod and a prayer that he hadn’t been away to see her journal entry from last night. “You?” Even though they had won the war, Scott still couldn’t help but feel alone at home. It wasn’t that he was alone -- he had his dad, brother and sister, but the fact that their mother wasn’t around to share all of this with them. Well, he didn’t know when he would ever get over his mum’s death. It wasn’t easy to think about her, and he didn’t know how other people were coping with the slew of deaths that happened. It would be one hell of a recovery process, and it was bound to be painful. He kissed her back, albeit however short that kiss actually was, before grabbing her hand when she sat down. “Eh,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. That was really just an accurate way of describing how he felt. He was eh. His body was aching all over, and his brain was tired from lack of rest.. and he was just emotionally scarred. There was no word to accurately describe any of that. “I missed you.” Morgan didn’t say anything to that. After a moment of silence, she shifted, crawling over so that she was lying back next to him and leaning against his shoulder, and curling up next to him. It wasn’t an incentive to snog or anything. She just wanted someone to hold in some way just so that she could physically feel that she was here and she was safe. And it looked like he needed someone to hold too. “I missed you too,” she spoke, feebly and softly, like her words mirrored the apparent exhaustion on her face. Scott appreciated the fact that she had moved around to relax with him, and he wrapped an arm around her body, turning his own body slightly to face her. “How’s everyone at home?” It didn’t seem very appropriate to bring up the deaths -- not now, anyway, so he relented and figured it was a topic best saved for a later time. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, just allowing himself to relax, and take in the moment. Thank Merlin he had someone to care for him the way Morgan did. “Good,” she said, with a slight pause, before telling Scott how he really was doing. “He can’t sleep either.” Absent-mindedly, she brought up a hand and fingered at the collar’s hem of his shirt. “He tries to joke around and stuff a lot of times. Dad’s.... he’s back and he’s just trying to get back into order. Mum and Leah are okay.” And if he was going to ask for anymore details, Morgan didn’t think she’d be able to tell him. That meant thinking back to what had happened and she didn’t think she’d be able to do that without panicking. “Who?” he asked instinctively, despite the fact that he figured that she was probably talking about Wayne. “Oh.” Scott couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for her brother -- to be on the run like that, but if anyone could persevere, it was Wayne. It would just take some time for the healing process to begin. Scott gave her a gentle squeeze, and pecked her skin just slightly before speaking again. “Is it just me or do you feel numb? Like .. we’re supposed to celebrate, yeah? But how can we? All those people that died... it just isn’t fair.” “No, it’s... we’re really not-- we shouldn’t.” Morgan paled. She tried not to think of it -- desperately tried because that would mean realizing that the reason Killian or Maeve or Delaney weren’t responding to her was because-- “I’m not going back,” she blurted out. Instinctively, she drew closer to him, as if preparing for people to come in and take her away. “Not going back.” Scott just said those words out loud, as though that was supposed to help him understand what the hell she was on about. Not go back? How could she not go back? He knew that she was referring to going back to Hogwarts in the fall, but she had to go back. They all had to go back. But the more that Scott let it sink in, the more he found himself agreeing with her. The castle was pretty much in ruins right now, and even if everything was restored to how it was before, how could he walk down those halls again, without thinking about where people died? “I think that’s a very wise decision,” he responded, truthfully. He didn’t want to go back now, either. Scott held her close and closed his eyes. At least they could rely on each other now. “I don’t think I will, either.” “Okay,” she started, dumbly. “Okay.” Morgan just let one hand reach up and rest on his hair, and she couldn’t realize when she had started shaking, but her hand, as she lightly played with his hair in her fingertips, were shaking. “Good. We’ll make it.” Scott didn’t notice that her hand was shaking at first, but he did glance at it a few seconds later, and quirked a brow. He bit his lip, and briefly wondered if he should ask her what was going on, but instead lifted his free hand to hers, and held it. “We will,” he simply responded, giving her hand a squeeze. There couldn’t possibly be more awful situations coming up, and things would be fine. They just had to. “It’ll be okay, Morgan.”