April 22, 1998 Characters: Megan Jones & Wayne Hopkins. [Open] Setting: Thursday after classes. Library. Summary: Megan's supposed to be writing a paper and can't focus. Someone should help in the distraction. Status: Chuggin' along.
Tucked away at a small table near the Magical Creature stacks, Megan Jones was looking everything but productive. Originally settled there to finish up some homework her focus had been lost somewhere between gathering material and rummaging around for the assignment. Course, this situation in which she'd found herself wasn't anything new.
The Hufflepuff had been a bit off since the changes at Hogwarts started effecting...well, everything. The new administration was intimidating all on it's own. And then the muggleborn segregation was baffling and immoral on so many levels. Then there was the newest rumour of vicious corporeal punishment taking place....with an unforgivable. Though she'd never been a big fan of the Gryffindor crowd. Particularly the crowd the supposed victim had been a part of... it didn't seem right to pass it off as that Capper girl, "deserving it." Nothing other than (maybe) murder itself deserved being tortured by the cruciatus curse. Add that to the fact that she'd not heard from her family outside of the castle in a week. And that she suspected her brother Christopher (4th year Ravenclaw) was being bullied again...she had trouble focusing on homework of all things.
As she sat at her little study table, her chin propped in her left hand, Megan stared off in the distance focusing on nothing in particular. It was one of those dull empty dazes she'd found herself in when there was too much to think about and not one particular topic rushing to the forefront. Though calming on a certain level there was a distinct haze of worry tensed in her joints. Whatever day dream of empty thoughts it was...it left a slightly distraught expression on her features.
It wasn't until someone slammed a book down in front of her did her attention jolt back to present day. Out of reflex the quill that was in her right hand was quickly raised as if trying to seem as though she were working on something. For the brief moment it took her to realize what had interrupted her dull brain freeze Megan felt as though she'd been caught napping during a lecture - and she certainly looked it when she glanced up to look at the individual who'd joined her.