characters: Megan Jones and Neville Longbottom
location: Hogwarts (Dining Hall/Entrance/Grounds)
private/semi-private/public: Public (Come on in, if you chose).
summary: Megan has a bone to pick
status: Beginning.
It was getting cold rather quickly now with the winter holidays right around the corner. In just a matter of days, the echoes of multi-colored leaves had faded, fallen to the ground, leaving nothing but withered branches in their absence. Soon enough, there would be snow.
Megan had been in the Great Hall, mulling over a bowl of hot oatmeal, topped with melted brown sugar, when out of the corner of her eye she caught the sight of Neville Longbottom exiting the dining area.
Neville Longbottom. Gryffindor Extrordinaire.
She wondered if the majority of the Hufflepuffs in her year disappeared, would she become more Puffy to fill the gap?
Megan finished the last of the bowl and swung her legs over the bench and into a standing position. Quickening her footsteps, she caught up to the awkward boy. "Oi, Longbottom."