WHO: Megan Jones & OPEN WHAT: Wandering the halls WHEN: Monday night after dinner WHERE: Hogwarts, where else? RATING: PG13? STATUS: Incomplete; WIP
Megan was worried. Worried about Ioan and Kevin. Worried about what this stupid virus really was. But she couldn't sit and think about that in the Hufflepuff common room for one second longer. She'd started to go back up to the dorms after dinner, but she couldn't see the point. She needed to at least feel like she was free. Hopefully the prefects wouldn't give her a hard time if she wandered around until curfew.
As she wandered, Megan began to think about home and what she'd give to be with her family right now. But that wasn't worth thinking about because it wouldn't be happening for months - if the virus was cleared up by the holidays. And if it wasn't - that didn't bear thinking about.
She paused on the seventh floor at the door where the Room of Requirement used to be. The magic that made it into whatever it was had been completely destroyed. It had served it's purpose, but she couldn't help but wonder if the castle would ever be the same. What if they needed a sanctuary again? She didn't know what they would do and it did no good thinking about it. The castle had it's own scars from the War as did almost every student who had lived through it.
Megan took a deep breath, shaking her head as she turned to continue her journey, deep in thoughts that she didn't want to be having. She brushed at the tears that threatened to fall. The memories of the Cruciatus Curse being preformed on her by Amycus Carrow. She hated when she got into moods like these. She'd stopped beside the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy to rub her eyes, hoping that no one saw her.