Megan watched as the owl soared down and out of sight. It hadn't seem to have gone too far because it got back in only a few minutes; though it felt like forever! Taking the note that had been so hastily scribbled, Megan read it and was already practically running down the stairs to the mentioned meeting place.
Drawing her wand as she ran, she pointed it at the parchment. "Incendio!" It disappeared in a small ball of flame and a puff of smoke and fell to the floor as ashes. No chance of anyone seeing it now!
Arriving at the bathroom, Megan seemed to have beaten Claire there. Walking over the mirror, she checked her appearance. She was in a light brown, linen, hippyish skirt with sandals, and was now sans knickers. Her shirt was a white poet's shirt that she had a corduroy blazer over; having gotten both a Goodwill before school.
Megan smoothed her hair as it was a bit wild from the run down the stairs. Impatiently, she blew out a breath and waited for her best friend to arrive. Not wanting anyone else to see her, she ducked into the corner to wait.