Who: Meg and Stan When: Tuesday Night Where: The Great Hall What: Dinner Date Rating: Low Status: Incomplete/Closed
Megan looked down at the plate in front of her and frowned. Nothing on the table looked particularity appetizing. Her plate held a bit of chicken and green beans, but all she managed to do was poke them with her fork over and over again. Only the bread on her plate had been nibbled on at all. It was odd to not be hungry, but Megan just couldn't seem to eat much.
Stan was supposed to be joining her for dinner and Meg knew he was probably going to want her to actually eat. Sighing she put a bite of chicken into her mouth and chewed. It tasted like sawdust. Megan swallowed the bit of meat and washed it down with a glass of water.
She didn't really know why she was being so distant with Stan. Megan knew it had something to do with finding Lavender and she hadn't told him that yet. She hadn't told anyone except Ernie. But it was more than that. She just wanted to be alone. Maybe if she was alone all the time nothing else bad could happen.