Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-08-29 23:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | matilda dukelow, meghan mccormack |
Matilda & Meghan
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY highland_keeper)
Characters: Matilda Dukelow and Meghan McCormack
Setting: Diagon Alley
Summary: Matty arrives, and Meghan is there to talk to her.
Rating: TBD
Incomplete
It was actually pleasant outside, and Meghan availed herself of the sunny weather by appropriating a table at Fortescue's. Sundae and book occupied her time nicely, and she was rather entranced by this latest - a Muggle crime author, something about murdered prostitutes in Hong Kong and the hard-bitten, Holmesian detective who solved the crimes. It served for entertaining reading, at least, and her ice cream was melting at a pace slightly less rapid than that of the turning pages. Eventually, though, she left the world of the written word and shut a bookmarker between the pages, turning her attention to chocolate ice cream with fervor. Meghan liked reading, but sweets remained her one true love.
As she ate, her mind drifted to recent conversations, the most pressing of which happened to be between herself and one Matty Dukelow. Family problems seemed to be in vogue this summer, as did running away from them. Despite the competitive rivalry between them, she and Matty did manage to get on well when the topic wasn't Quidditch, and she was a little worried for her friend. Her friend, she noticed, who was running a bit late. Hoping nothing had come up - solitude was lovely, but Meg did enjoy her friends' company - she signalled for another sundae, resting her chin on her fist. Where in the world was she?
The curiosity of her older sister Charlotte never ceased to amaze her. It wasn't so much curiosity as it was prying into other peoples' business, and Matty just happened to be Charlotte's favourite subject. Her head made a thumpnig sound as it hit the glass of the phone booth with vigour, Charlotte's voice chattering through the phone. "Yes,well I won't be coming back"Matty hissed, her usual calm demeaner fading as her forehead crinkled in absolute exasperation. With her parent's marriage hitting more than just rocks for the past few days, Charlotte had taken it to play mother and keep tabs on everything Matty did. It was getting bleeding ridiculous. "I'm staying in London until the train. Why-Oh shutup please," she made a groaning sound before hanging up the phone, and slipping out of the booth crossly. Not only was her sister trying to take over her life but she was now late for meeting Meghan.
"Knew I shouldn't have told her I was coming," Matty muttered as she slipped through the back of the Leaky Cauldron and to the brick wall that held the entrance to Diagon Alley. Tapping the bricks in an irritated fashion, Matty crossed her arms before barreling past another witch that had decided to lean against the particular wall. She really needed to calm down, she didn't think she'd ever been so worked up, about anything. "I'm so sorry," she apologize sincerely to the wtich, holding out her hands as if to settle the situation. Her sincerity didn't lend to actually checking if the witch was okay, for as soon as she apologized she had turned on her heel and started for Fortscue's, her shoulder's loosening their tension as she went. Her eyes strained against the bright sun, trying to pick Meghan's blonde head from the bustling crowd of witches and wizards. Her tension escaped her in one swoop as she broke out into a grin, Meghan not a few feet from her. "Meghan!"
She whipped around, face lighting up as Matty shouted. Standing up, she nearly knocked her fresh new sundae over, catching it only a hair's breadth from falling on the pavement.
"Matty!" Meg greeted her back, face lighting up as she hugged her friend. "You look brill! How you been keepin'?" Pulling back, she scrutinized her face closely; well, perhaps not so brilliant as all of that, but it didn't matter so much. Matty would be staying til term started, and she'd finally have some decent company.
Matty chuckled as she hugged Meghan back eyeing the caught sundae impressed. "Isee those Keeper skills never go to waste," she grinned again before taking a seat across from Meghan. She could really go for some ice cream, she absolutely loved anything with sugar in it. "I've been allright," Matty answered to Meghan's question, her eyes tearing away from a rather superb looking bannana split that she would definetly try. Matty sighed and quirked her lips to the side, "well allright considering. My parents are probably going to seperate, and I can't honestly say that I didn't see it coming."
Matty rolled her eyes and looked away, scratching the back of her head. "It'll be allright, it just feels...hectic right now," she shrugged her shoulders before smiling again, this time meeting Meghan full on. "And what about you? Been having fun here all by your lonesome?"
"Better than Beating," Meg said confidently, making sure the treat was settled. "Should slack off on them, I reckon, or you'll have an easy job of catching me once the season starts." The words were designed to cheer up her friend, but Meghan was not such a bad friend as to miss the futility of that particular exercise. She gave a sympathetic look, biting her lip, and picked up her spoon. Having something to do with her hands always helped her think, be it quill or object.
"It's been all right," she said thoughtfully. "Danger Diggle came by for a while and dragged me to the War museum - but that's another story." Tact was a stranger to her; when Meghan was thinking something, she said it. "Hectic doesn't even cover half of what you're feeling, I bet."
Matty waved her hand as if dismissing the subject. "No really I'm fine," she smiled tightly, "I mean, it's hard, " she ground out as if searching for words, "but it really wasn't unexpected. I'm just worried about my cousin..." she trailed off just thinking about Trisha, feeling sorry that any family she had known had been pulled to pieces before her eyes. "We adopted her after my uncle died," Matty amended, realizing she was speaking as if Meghan knew what she was talking about. Smiling more fully she crinkled her nose and just shook her head, "don't worry."
"Though," she started again, motioning for the waiter to give her whatever Meghan was having, "should I be worried about what mayhem Diggle has gotten you into, undoubtably?"
It seemed each and every one of Meghan's small circle of friends had had an utterly crap summer. And just like Danger, Matty didn't seem particularly up for talking about it - which was fine, Meg figured. It might be a Ravenclaw thing.
"It's a tough time," Meg said, pausing for thought. "You'll get through it, though. You're pretty bloody tough." Although she never thought it would be possible, the subject of Danger Diggle brought a welcome change in topic. "Diggle was quite a gentleman, surprisingly. He brought me a rose!" She arched an eyebrow up, laughing. "He was shockingly normal about it all. It was... strange, to say the least."
"A rose?" Matty asked almost incredulously, she couldn't help but laugh slightly after that. "Meghan do you think he fancies you a bit?" a large and very prattish smile on her face . The waiter returned giving her a small smile before setting down the ice cream and Matty took a sigh of relief. Oh Ice Cream.
Spooning a bit in her mouth she shut her eyes and grinned, not bothering to open her eyes again until she had sufficiently swallowed her one spoonful.
"I don't know," she said, popping a spoonful in her mouth as she mulled the question over. "Izzabit odd ovim doh," she slurred through the frozen treat, frowning at her words. Finishing the mouthful, Meghan rolled her eyes and tried for coherency again. "I mean, it's a bit odd of him, though. A rose from Diggle by any other name would smell as sweet, so I can't complain." She took another spoonful, a thought coming to her halfway through.
"You know, Matty, if he fancies anyone it's probably you. Oh Captain, my Captain!" That was two poets she'd ruined in the course of three minutes. Given time, she'd probably end up misquoting Keats.
Matty nearly choked on her ice cream as she struggled between laughter and disbelief. "You-can't" she coughed lightly to the side," be serious!" her exclamation had her wide-eyed and leaning slightly over the table. "The way he goes on about you darling," she shook her head, amused, "I don't think I have a chance. It's just because I'm his captain..I think," she mulled that over a bit while scooping another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.
"And what of blokes Meghan?" Matty usually had to sit around while Charlotte ranted about the 'lesser' sex, and she really wasn't one to talk about it herself. But having Meghan here had gotten her interested. "Hmmm?"
"Blokes?" Meghan repeated, the question catching her off her guard. "Er, what about them? I mean, some are more fit than others..." She laughed, biting her lip as she mentally thumbed through her List of Fit Blokes. "I don't know, though. I think that Black's fit, but not half as much as he thinks he's fit. You know, Lucius Malfoy's not half-bad, but a bit too... eh. Pointy? Pointy."
Feeling that a distraction from Lucius Malfoy's possible pointiness was in order, Meg paused after another bite of ice cream. "Diggle really talks about me? Not that I care, I mean, I think he's a nutter."