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Who: Megan
What: The next batch of letters
Where: Great Hall
When: Monday, December 15, 1997
Status: Complete
Now it was really only a matter of time. Megan didn't waste her time reading the Prophet for two reasons. The first being that it tended to bad news and then more bad news. The second was that someone at the table every morning was more than likely going to share whatever horrid headlines was posted that day without her ever having to read a word.
The Muggleborns being expelled hadn't been the largest of shocks. The vibe that anyone connected to those 'wicked Muggles' were just as evil, had penetrated the air for the last few weeks. But now there were investigations toward to Half Bloods? This was insane. If they threw the Half Bloods out of the school as well, how many students would there actually be left to teach?
Megan sat, somewhat slouched, at the Hufflepuff table that morning. It was cold in the castle, but more so even than to be expected. Yes, it was a December, with mountains of snow outside, but Megan was starting to think the lack of heat was internal - a chill caused by something she couldn't put her finger on. She tightened her robes around her, attempting to eat her oatmeal with her left hand. Her right hand, her wand hand, was currently wrapped in bandages - the result of a disagreement between Professor Carrow and herself. It had resulted in a virtual tic tac toe game of scars on the palm of Megan's hand, the damage that had not yet been treated.
Her attention was diverted, however, with the arrival of a several house elves handing out letters to various students in the Great Hall. This hadn't been the first time, however. Megan clearly remembered the day that Justin Finch-Fletchey had received one. Her eyes fluttered upward as a letter was handed to Hannah - sitting across from Megan at the Hufflepuff table. The searching expression on Megan's face as she scanned her friend, said more than any words could.
Now it was really only a matter of time.
What: The next batch of letters
Where: Great Hall
When: Monday, December 15, 1997
Status: Complete
Now it was really only a matter of time. Megan didn't waste her time reading the Prophet for two reasons. The first being that it tended to bad news and then more bad news. The second was that someone at the table every morning was more than likely going to share whatever horrid headlines was posted that day without her ever having to read a word.
The Muggleborns being expelled hadn't been the largest of shocks. The vibe that anyone connected to those 'wicked Muggles' were just as evil, had penetrated the air for the last few weeks. But now there were investigations toward to Half Bloods? This was insane. If they threw the Half Bloods out of the school as well, how many students would there actually be left to teach?
Megan sat, somewhat slouched, at the Hufflepuff table that morning. It was cold in the castle, but more so even than to be expected. Yes, it was a December, with mountains of snow outside, but Megan was starting to think the lack of heat was internal - a chill caused by something she couldn't put her finger on. She tightened her robes around her, attempting to eat her oatmeal with her left hand. Her right hand, her wand hand, was currently wrapped in bandages - the result of a disagreement between Professor Carrow and herself. It had resulted in a virtual tic tac toe game of scars on the palm of Megan's hand, the damage that had not yet been treated.
Her attention was diverted, however, with the arrival of a several house elves handing out letters to various students in the Great Hall. This hadn't been the first time, however. Megan clearly remembered the day that Justin Finch-Fletchey had received one. Her eyes fluttered upward as a letter was handed to Hannah - sitting across from Megan at the Hufflepuff table. The searching expression on Megan's face as she scanned her friend, said more than any words could.
Now it was really only a matter of time.