Megan Alexandra Jones (megsterjones) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-23 00:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, 1999 january, megan jones, rating pg |
Who: Megan & OPEN
What: Hanging out at the Three Broomsticks
When: Friday night
Rating: Low
Megan had already gotten bored even though she was in Hogsmeade with some pretty great roommates. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on at the school - besides people getting the Great Hall back in order.
At the moment, she was glad she wasn't at the school. Her nerves were slowly getting back to where they were before hell broke everything apart. Of course, she wouldn't admit to anyone except close friends that she wasn't dealing with everything like she should. The only thing that kept her sane was writing in her journal, which she seemed to do all the time. She'd brought it with her to the bar and slid into a corner table, hoping to go unnoticed as she sipped her butterbeer.
She twirled her hair around her fingers as she wrote, biting her bottom lip as she concentrated on the details she wanted to remember. It wasn't as if she wanted to remember horrible things, it was just that horrible things kept happening and they needed to be pushed out of her mind onto the pages of the journal. She really didn't want to dwell on Ioan's death, but that's what kept coming into her mind. She really wished she had done more research on pensives and how to discard memories or rather bottle them for later. But she wasn't sure if it would help her or make things worse. She'd have to find someone who had more knowledge than she did.
Megan took a deep breath, pausing for a moment to wipe a stray tear off her face. She hated crying, especially alone in a bar on a Friday night when she should be having fun with one of her mates.
She closed her journal and stared off into the distance, not realizing someone was speaking to her until they touched her hand.