tracinglife (tracinglife) wrote in thispurgatory, @ 2011-04-23 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 1998-february, ! incomplete, ! log, morag macdougal, tracey davis |
Who: Tracey Davis and Morag Macdougal
When: 22nd February, Friday Morning
Where: In between classes
What: Morag and Tracey's unspoken friendship finally gets spoken.
Status: IC/OOC
Tracey walked out of the Dark Arts classroom, making sure that the neutral look on her face was a permanent fixture all throughout class from start to the moment she was exiting out of the double doors heading to the hallways. Thoughts had plagued her, opinions had pulled at her, and keeping a stoic look was all she could do when she was in a classroom where the very people that produced the thought-provoking opinions were with her. She had avoided any stares and any looked and merely concentrated - well, pretended more likely - on practicing the Imperio curse on the spider on her desk. The task alone was a reminder of what she should be doing, but the presence of certain people had her thinking if what she was doing was right.
Would she really be able to perform the Cruciatus Curse on a muggleborn child if forced to do so? She knew felt like she couldn't - even if she wanted to. But then she should. She should want to. Like Juliet said, if she wanted to survive, she needed to do nothing but conform.
It was what she convinced herself. After all, she's been alive so far. Of course, she was complete in the dark, but then she was breathing. What was she even thinking of talking to listening to Morag, to Anthony, and to even consider doing something muggle with Stebbins tonight?
But as she walked the down the hallway and happen to meet Morag Macdougal's eye, she knew she had a strong temptation pulling at her. She offered a small smile out of respect, but she was alive and breathing, she shouldn't need what these people were talking about.
And so she looked away and continued walking, hoping to Merlin that Morag would just forget about the little exchange of glances.