Who: Kevin Whitby and Morag MacDougal What: Curiosity and Chit Chatting! Where: Outside, Probably near the Quidditch Pitch When: After Classes on Wednesday Warnings/Status: Yelling/Complete
It just wasn't the same. Hell Hounds brought a certain energy to the land, and it was easy to miss it. It wasn't warmer with them around, but the weather was always strange. Morag rested back onto her elbows on the ground. It was terribly cold, but Morag had mastered a few warming charms. As much as she loved being outside, she loved being warm as well. At the moment, warming charms and the dead grass under her gloved fingers weren't a concern of hers. Nope, it was the incident on the train. All the hit-wizards, and so many not allowed on the train back to school.
She was confused. Highly. A part of her was curious why they allowed muggleborns in the school in the first place. It was a terrible thought, especially since she had befriended quite a few muggleborns, but it was still there. She had no problems with them, but being pureblood and being a muggleborn was a completely different thing. Since they weren't allowed back on the train, she wondered why it was so sudden.
All of these thoughts made Morag she ignored the Prophet and any other form of news. It was hard to pay attention to anything that didn't have to do with breeding and the farm during break. That was why it was so great having the Hell Hounds around, and the Crups, it made it easy to forget what was going on around the rest of the world. So she didn't have a clue; Morag was happy.
These thoughts were floating around her mind and so she didn't hear the footsteps, or the sound of a rolling ball through the crunchy grass. At least, not until that ball hit her and snapped her out of her mind. "Oi!"