WHO: Dean Thomas and Morag MacDougal WHEN: Monday morning WHERE: Morag's cottage, Streets of Falmouth, and Breakfast diner. WHAT: Catching up RATING: Low
Of all the people he expected to possess a journal, Dean wasn't sure behind the reason of not guessing that Morag would. It wasn't bad actually. He was pretty much psyched that he could keep in touch with her. After the Yule Ball, it seemed that other things had gotten in the way, which caused the two to see less and less of each other. It wasn't no one's fault, given exactly what was occurring around them after that particular year. However, he didn't want to think of such thoughts, especially since he couldn't wait to meet up with Morag again. He always thought she was beautiful, but he wasn't attempting to jump the gun about anything. It was a time to relax and catch up with one another. There was probably not much to stay on his side of the story in the terms of new and exciting, but for someone that worked in Terror Tours, Dean thought there was loads of things to talk about that included stories of places that he never heard of prior or places that were always perceived as not real.
To be honest, that zombie trail sounded more than just interesting really.
Dean had made sure to keep quiet as he started to get ready to meet Morag for breakfast. That was easier to repeat the words within his head then actually accomplishing without barely making much noise. He ultimately settled with a nice shirt and a pair of jeans, ceasing his search within a couple of minutes, not forgetting to grab ahold of a jacket. After all, it wasn't a date or anything of the sort. It was a simple get together between friends. The only reason that he suggested having breakfast together was the fact that he couldn't wait the entire day for dinner. He couldn't hide that he was anxious to see her. Maybe it was obvious by the way he suggested an early meal instead of a later one. Either way, it was perfectly okay, especially since she agreed to it.
Once he had exited his parent's home without making that much noise, Dean glanced around him to make sure that the area was clear of any muggles that might see him at that very moment. Satisfied that the surrounding area had been virtually empty, which was to be expected at such an early hour, he held his breath slightly before apparating to a familiar area of Falmouth with an loud pop. It wasn't an area that he had been that familiar with, but he was almost certain that he would be able to find Morag's cottage without any problems with a bit of searching, of course.
After he had searched for a good amount of minutes, Dean had came to a sign that read Dead End. It was an item that Morag had specifically told him to keep an eye out for, but a part of him believed that he had madde a wrong turn somewhere down the streets of Falmouth. If one thing was for certain, he was relieved that he had woken up early. He disliked being late when meeting up with someone, especially someone that he thought of as a true friend. Being late was out of the question, even though he was almost certain that she wouldn't hold him accountable for such tardiness. Dean did warn her before that it wasn't an area that he knew his way around beforehand. Well, he hinted at the notion, if that counted.
Dean had walked up to the house with the correct address that he had been given, eyeing the multiple mailboxes adorning the front of the house and the even larger front yard then he had anticipated. Shrugging just slightly, he figured that her father had a part-time job in the mailing business. Not sure what type of business though, but it seemed like the only explanation in his mind. Knocking against the solid surface of the front door before him, he only hoped that he didn't wake anyone else up with his arrival.