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Megan Jones ([info]keepingjones) wrote in [info]wished,
While Eloise was off having one of her 'alone days' Megan had been busy occupying herself with the usual. There was quidditch practice, card matches, listening to the wireless Sunday quidditch shows, and oh... yeah... hiding that present for that dormmate of hers. Oh Susan Bones and your turning eighteen.

As it stood birthdays away from home were kind of a big deal to Megan even if they'd all lived through them the last seven years. Course, these last two years were a bit... hard on all of them - Susan in particular. And though she and the ginger weren't particularly close Megan felt it'd be a nice gesture if she at least got Susan a gift. Which just so happened to have arrived after dinner that fine Sunday evening. That fine Sunday evening Megan had almost made it to the new Care of Magical Creatures professor's office...to ask...a question.

With the brown paper package neatly tucked under her arm the seventh year entered the common room. She'd absently decided the owl's interruption had clearly been a sign that she wasn't ready for that sort of one-on-one interaction yet. A sign that she needed to...

"Hey Eloise," she stopped in mid thought. At the sight of her best mate she thought of something else. "Could I get your opinion on something? On clothes? In...the dorm?" The way she delivered the request was a bit awkward considering the way her brow contorted into an obvious sign of stretching for something.


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