Who: Teagan Moran and Margaret Mullet When: Saturday morning Where: Teagan’s flat What: Margaret vents and talks to Teagan about the decrees. Rating: Pg-Pg13 Open/Closed: Closed
It was a bright day, the sun peaking around the clouds, and it was a day that totally did not fit Margaret’s mood. Usually a smiling girl, the corners of her lips were turned slightly downward and frown lines furrowed her brow. She hadn’t got much sleep the night before nor the night before that, tossing and turning, her mind spinning in a million directions at once. Should she? Shouldn’t she? What if she did? What if she didn’t? It was never ending.
So here she was, standing out in front of her best friend’s flat door, hand raised to knock and hesitating. She was going to have this conversation even if she didn’t know if she wanted to, but the confliction made her stomach knot and she wondered if she’d be able to eat breakfast. But Teagan had always been one of the people in the wizarding she knew she could trust explicitly. She took a deep breath, rapped against the door twice, and put on a smile somewhat fake, but mostly real. After all, it was always a good thing seeing your best mate, wasn’t it?