WHO: Morag MacDougal and Cadha MacFusty WHEN: Saturday Morning WHERE: Morag's room WHAT: R for Language WHY?: Two Scotswomen in a room bitching about an Englishman... you figure it out.
Morag couldn't sleep and hadn't slept much all week. After her talk with Draco her head had been a tormented sea of questions and what-ifs. Finally sick of it, she needed to talk to someone who understood her side of things, but someone who wasn't biased. That left Luag out, considering the bullish Scotsman wanted nothing more than to see Draco Malfoy stay well away from his step-sister. Cameron was out because he was really too close to the entire situation. That left Cadha, and it was to the young woman that she'd turned to.
It had been a long hour to wait. Aidan was asleep in his bed, or at least she thought he was as the curtains were shut. She'd not asked Draco to her rooms for what seemed like years, and she was left quite alone to deal with her stormy mind. Hearing the tell-tale knock, Mora rose from her bed and wrapped a tartan shawl over her white nightgown. Her bare feet padded softly to the door. She opened it and quickly ushered the girl in before shutting and locking the door behind.
"Would ye like some tea, or somethin' stronger? I've got a bottle of Scotch hidden away. Since it's kinda cold I can heat it up a bit. Nothin' like warm Scotch fer chasin' away th' cold, aye?" The cold, thoughts you didn't want to think, whatever...