Valentina Proudfoot (stvalentina) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-09-29 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: morag macdougal, char: valentina proudfoot |
Who: Valentina Proudfoot and Morag MacDougal
Where: Morag's flat
When: Monday Sept 25 [backdated]
What: Val wants to check up on Morag, but is also fishing for information.
Rating: PG
Valentina's head was a mess, all things considered. Her world had been very simple until recently, even with the secret affair she'd carried on with Ari for a year, but there had been things she'd known without a doubt were true: her father was a good and honest Wandholder working tirelessly to keep their world safe; the Ministry was strong and making their world a better place; the rebels were terrorists with a grudge; and she was going to be a Potion's Master someday. And now? The only thing she was truly confident in without any doubts was her future in potions. She still thought the rebels a bit ridiculous and certainly overreacting, but she was beginning to doubt their being labeled as terrorists. When had that perception shifted? Somehow, over the last few weeks and all her conversations with Bill, she realized it must have, though she hadn't consciously acknowledged that thought until reading the Daily Prophet article about the attack at the Golden Dragon.
Which brought her thoughts back around to her father. She didn't know what was really going on, but the facts expressed in that article hadn't lined up right in her mind, and when she'd seen people, rebels, commenting about it in their journals, she'd realized just why it hadn't made sense. But Morag had been there, and even though she knew her friendly acquaintance was a staunch Ministry supporter, she hoped to get some clarity in what had actually taken place that night.
Not that she didn't consider herself a Ministry supporter. She did. She just couldn't shake the thought that there was a whole lot more going on than she'd previously realized. But she did still believe in Minister Lestrange, that he was working tirelessly to better their world, she just didn't know where this whole Ivy thing fit into it.
The thought niggled in the back of her mind that it would be better, smarter, to just leave it all alone, to continue her life focusing on her apprenticeship and the very few friends she did actually have. But Morag was one of those friends, she justified, and this could easily simply be her way of making sure her friend was all right. She hoped that's how it was perceived anyway.
If nothing else, this whole situation had gotten her mind off of the terrible decision she'd made Saturday night and how disappointing that experience had been. Instead, her thoughts swirled around the attack and her father's statement about it as she picked up the takeaway and made her way to Morag's flat for lunch, having been able to get away from her apprenticeship for a little while today. When she arrived, she knocked on the door, her expression slipping easily into one of friendly concern.