Who: Meaghan and OPEN Where: Diagon Alley When: Tuesday evening, let's say sixish What: Mmmmmmmmoping. (Don't believe her, it's true.)
Meaghan wasn't moping.
Not at all.
She had nothing to mope about, on account of her life being brilliant and awesome and wonderful in every possible important way. So she couldn't be moping, because you had to have a reason to mope. It stood to reason. And all.
...okay, so she might be moping a little bit. Even aside from losing HEX (which she'd really wanted to win because she'd really wanted one of those flowns, everyone had them and it wasn't fair that she didn't), it was over now, and now she had to find something else to take up her free time. She supposed she could still go around shooting paint at people, but it lost some of its appeal when other people weren't doing it too.
She frowned at the window display at Quality Quidditch Supplies and turned away, heading down the street toward Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Maybe she'd go and glare awhile at one of those flowns she didn't have.