Mòrag {has a lot of brass} (![]() ![]() @ 2020-06-21 11:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | macdougal morag, mckinnon marlene |
Who: Morag MacDougal & Marlene McKinnon
What: Meeting the roommate!
Where: RRC
When: June 19, 2005
Warnings: TBD/ Possibly language.
Status: Ongoing
Morag was trying to hold it together, or get it back together, whichever was the most accurate. She had managed as they showed her to her new room, and provided her with some basic clothes in her size, so she could change out of her uniform. They were a bit big, but she had her wand and when she had enough energy she could adjust things. She changed into the nondescript pyjamas, and sat on the strange bed, wrapping her arms around her knees as she tried to come to terms with everything that had happened.
She had died. Seven years had passed. She was alive again. She was, for all intents and purposes, a charity case. She had no real prospects, no future to speak of, and all her friends had mourned her and moved on. At least her family had lived. There was that. But she was an anachronism, who probably shouldn't even be here.
"By Somerled, Mora, get a hold of yourself." She hissed at herself. "Don't be a numpty."