Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-11-11 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | meghan mccormack, sirius black |
Meghan & Sirius
11-11-2007 RP: Meghan McCormack and Sirius Black
Who: Meghan and Sirius
What: Well, they're the two streaking experts of Hogwarts...
When: 7 pm, 11/11
Where: The Common Room of doom!
Rating: ... who in the world knows, with these two?
In Progress!
Meghan had been out all afternoon on the pitch. Even after it had started raining. She hadn't even taken her broom, but had just sat in the stands, front row, and looked at the pitch as if expecting figures to burst forth in a game for her amusement. Once she'd gotten hungry, she'd gone back and changed from her soaking clothes, but dinner had been over by that time; she'd never gotten into the habit of wearing a watch, anyways. So now, her hunger abated by the chill on her skin, she sat with still damp hair by the fire.
Even with the constant hum and din of the younger years, Meghan was still half asleep, her eyes shut to slits against the orange light coming from the fireplace. She was honest with herself: she didn't have a clue what to do about Landon. But she wasn't sure if it was something one asked her room mates for help with or just dealt with, very quietly, by herself, and Meg had always favoured the latter. Dealing with things required knowing what to do with them, though, so until a sudden lightning bolt of inspiration struck her down from the heavens, Meghan was back at square one. She let out a low growl of frustration and put the palm of her hand to her forehead, wishing for the ability to stop asking the wrong questions and start knowing the right answers, for a change.
When Sirius walked into the common room, he noticed Meghan sitting alone, looking rather frustrated, near the fire. It was funny how so much had changed in so little time. At the beginning of the school year, Meghan had been the top of his list of birds to snog. Now the Hols were nearly approaching, and snogging Meghan was, to be quite honest, far from his mind. Though, her display of courageousness in the Great Hall had certainly impressed him, the fact that he hadn't used it as an excuse to hit on her or attempt to wrangle a snog (or shag) out of it, spoke a lot on the change since September.
Sirius walked up behind her, being a bit of a prat that he was, and decided to scare her. "Boo," he said in a relatively loud whisper in her ear, a smirk on his face. "Brilliant display of your Lioness bravery,, before I forget to congratulate you on having the balls to pull that off."
Meghan's fight or flight tendency was never so strong as when she wasn't paying attention to monitoring it - growing up with a little brother who loved to terrorize you at every opportunity had its pros and cons. She whirled around, leading with her elbow, before recognizing Sirius's smirking face and moving away, slightly before her elbow could smash into him.
"Aye?" she asked, looking slightly confused. Oh. Right. Aside from fending off the odd comment here and there, Meghan hadn't had a thought for her brief venture into streaking. "Thanks," she said, her lips curving up in a quick grin. "Think I'm gonna leave the streakin' to yourself in the future, though, don't really want any more pictures of me in the buff floatin' about." Damn. She hadn't meant to tell him about those. She raised her eyebrows, looking thoughtful. "Don' think ye knew about those."
Taking a seat beside her, Sirius quirked his eyebrow, looking rather amused. "Someone got evidence of your shining moment?" Sirius laughed, though tried hard to stop himself realising how cold and callous it might seem to laugh at her misfortune. "You should have been more careful not to allow others to get such incriminating photographs. Then again, at least you're fit, right?"
In his mind, that would make things much better. He, himself, wouldn't be too upset about photos from him streaking, particularly because he knew he looked good naked. Why be ashamed, or embarrassed, when he was gifted with good looks? Likewise, Meghan really shouldn't feel so sheepish or embarrassed, nothing to be ashamed of, but apparently things like that were a bigger deal to birds.
"If it were me, and someone had photographs of myself I didn't want in their possession, I'd do whatever it took to get them back. And trust me, Meghan, nothing is ever impossible," he shrugged. "You just have to think of a creative way to get what you want."
"Fabian brought a camera, that wanker," she sighed, joining him in an inappropriate chuckle or two. "And I should've guessed someone'd get them, but s'not that that's got me tweaked. Just... the whole ordeal brought some things up," Meg said simply, shrugging. When she realized the extent of her double entendre, she shook her head, face hidden by her palm. "Er. Not like that, honestly." Although that was what had started the entire problem, wasn't it? "Nah. Not fussed about it much at all."
She flashed him a grin, eager for a subject change, and thinking that her unofficial survey would do the trick nicely. "Figure I should get your opinion though. Who d'ye think I should play for next year, Tutshill or Falmouth? 'Cause Falmouth'd be a riot, but Tutshill, I could play their first-string, an' they're both good teams..."
"Tutshill," Sirius replied without so much as thinking it over. "If you're going to be playing first string, why would you want to give that up for a different team, and spend so many years working up to that? Come on Meg, seize the fame and glory while you're young, and don't forget to hook your favourite House mate up with tickets to matches," he suggested, half-joking.
"Although, when making such an important, life changing decision, it is very crucial that you ask yourself: What's in it for Sirius Black. Whatever team will give you more free tickets and merchandise to owl to me is the team you should join," Sirius barked with laughter. "Gotta get your priorities straight, Miss McCormack."
"I'll be famous anyway, jus' for bein' Catriona McCormack's daughter. Still, not even Mum made first string her rookie year..." She aimed a nudge at him with her knee, smirking, no real ego (well, besides the usual amount) driving her boastful words. "If it's loot you're after, could've told me earlier. Know a lot o'people just through Mum, get tickets for whatever team ye want. Bet you'd want--" Meghan interrupted herself, having had quite enough bets for the present.
"Reckon you'd want the Harpies?" she corrected herself, grinning, and winked playfully, wagging her finger at him in an exaggerated fashion. "Don' think I could get ye into the locker rooms, though, my connections aren't that brill."
"Harpies, huh?" Sirius smirked, "Is that all you think of me, Meg? That I'm some Casanova who is only motivated by the idea of chasing a skirt? I'm hurt," Sirius teased, an exaggerated pained expression on his face as he placed his hands over his heart.
"Who wants to be famous because of a parent? Mine have given me quite a name, yet all I want to do is bloody shake their reputation. Better to be known for your own doings then theirs, eh?" Sirius looked toward the fire feeling uncomfortable for even bringing them up. He had to change the subject, again, to something that wasn't so on the verge of being that which he does not speak of.
"Then again, if Harpies happen to have a Harpies calendar with the birds in bikinis, I wouldn't object to having one signed," he laughed, shrugging off his moment of opening up as a fluke.
"Course not," Meg said, grinning at him. "The Harpies don't wear skirts, be bloody uncomfortable, wouldn't it? Breeches're much better, trust me." The subject of verboten parentage wasn't, she realized with a sudden jolt, something that she had the copyright on, and she sat bolt upright trying to hide the look of horror on her face. "Um..." Meghan choked out nervously. She was half ready to jump up and leave, but this was her common room too, and it was still raining. Latching on to the lifeline that Sirius had thrown to the struggling conversation, Meg nodded her head enthusiastically, trying on a too-bright smile.
"Think I could wrangle that for ye," she said. "The calendar, I don't know, but the autographs." She looked at him for a moment, blushing to her ears, and shook her head ruefully. "I'm sorry, mate. Really didn't mean to bring it up."
Sirius quirked an eyebrow at her, "What are you on about now, you nutter?" He smirked, teasing her after her apology. In true Sirius fortune, when he did not want to dwell on a topic (i.e. his parents), he could pretend like he hadn't accidentally brought them up in the first place. He had mastered, over the years, that cool collected, nothing is bothering me attitude, and therefore, found it quite easy to pretend like the taboo topic was never brought up.
"So tell me, what's a bird like you doing sitting around the common room fire in damp clothes looking like you want to strangle something," Sirius asked, deciding enough time had passed that he could ask if she was alright in a round about sort of way, without appearing too caring. He had a reputation to protect, after all.
Well, if he didn't talk about it, she most definitely wasn't going to force the issue. She wasn't a fan of awkward conversations, no matter how many of them she'd taken part in recently. It was best if they avoided it, at any rate.
Meghan shook her head, settling herself into a more comfortable position. "Was on the pitch and it started to rain. Didn't feel much like comin' in." She stared into the fire for a few moments, thinking over her words carefully. "Think I could get your opinion on something?" Despite having known him for six years, Meghan had never really talked to Sirius much -- they never seemed to have time for more than an odd conversation, or a halloo in the corridors, which was possibly the reason Meg was even thinking of spilling her guts to him.