rp thread: roger & morag Who: Roger Davies & Morag MacDougal When: Sunday afternoon. Where: The Higgs estate. Rating: PG? Warnings: Morag might try to proposition Roger. Summary: Roger has caught Morag's eye and she's going to do something about it. Status: Closed; in-progress.
September was in the air. Morag felt a slight chill and she pulled her sweater closer around her, but she enjoyed the fresh, crisp air and lovely views of Higgs' family estate. The sun was sitting lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the plush grass. The Snitch had been caught only moments ago and people were filtering toward the house to eat. Morag, who had never really been interested in Quidditch, spent the day lazily watching her fellow Death Eaters and their spouses zooming about. There was one, however, that interested her, and she took the game as an opportunity to study him. Roger Davies had been a fellow Ravenclaw. Morag remembered him from school. He was still a pretty boy back then, but the two of them never really struck up many conversations. Now, though, Morag wanted his attention very badly.
If she couldn't switch fiances, then her plan had to work. She couldn't bear the thought of being with such a young boy. Obviously she would have to consummate her marriage, but once that was done she would never have to touch him again. The Dark Lord required only one child per couple, and she would give it. The thought that she would resent the child never occurred to her; she had always assumed that most Pureblood couples had children because it was expected, not necessarily because they wanted them. An heir was always required, and so for centuries obedient wives produced them. Morag would nurture her unborn child and teach him or her the correct way to live, but loving it was another matter.
Finally, she spotted Davies coming up with the last of the group. They were all flushed from the cool wind and physical exertion, and Morag couldn't help but wonder if that's what Roger would look like when he was above her. She smirked, but push the thought away as he got closer. She fell into step next to him.
"Brilliant game, Roger," she said, trying to sound like she gave a fuck about Quidditch. "Do you remember me?"