Megan Elizabeth Baker (megs) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-01-07 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | justin finch-fletchley, megan jones |
Who: Megan Jones and Justin Finch-Fletchley Open to Susan Bones
Where: Justin's
When: Thursday Morning
What: breakfast, then slave labour
Rating: G/PG
Yawning, Megan sighed softly and stretched a little in bed. It had been a bit of a difficult night, trying to fall asleep, after everything that had happened. They'd spent hours the night before discussing the situation, before Megan had fallen asleep, completely exhausted. One may think it odd that Megan were to react strongly to the recent attack; she hadn't, after all, known Michael or Malcolm or Tamsin. It had been dreadful news and the fact that Death Eaters were, once again, attacking people was never good news for muggleborns like themselves. Besides, Justin had always been brilliant at listening to her when she needed it.
Rolling over in bed, Megan smiled as her eyes landed on Justin's sleeping face. Leaning in she brushed a few strands out of his eyes before smiling again. He didn't' look nearly as miserable when he was asleep; completely at peace. After a moment, Megan quietly lifted his arm (how they'd managed to wrap around her in the middle of the night was beyond her; but it was rather nice) before slipping out from under the covers. She was trying to be as quiet as possible as she made her way to the bathroom. Having packed a small bag of essentials, Megan quickly showered, brushed her teeth and changed out of her pjs into something completely more appropriate.
"Wake up sleepy head," Megan said, as she walked back into the room, before taking a running start and pouncing on the covers.