Somewhere warm
She counted her tic marks again.
Megan moved to her collection of parchment and looked at the dates of note she had made. It was. If she was right. It was today. Megan moved quickly to the bars in her door. She smoothed her hair down first. She hated that this was all she could give on such a day.
"Anthony? Anthony, are you there?"
Anthony was laying on the mattress in his cell staring at Mischa who was staring back at him when he heard Megan through the bars. He lifted his head slightly off the bed, his elbow sliding under him for support.
"Hold on," he said to Mischa.
Mischa rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him. "Go on, then. As if I have all the time in the world to wait for you." She sighed, saying under her breath, "say hello to Megan for me, who you won't even tell I exist."
"Yes, Megan?" Anthony threw a glare at Mishca.
"Today is your birthday. I counted the tic marks. Today is your birthday."
She put her arm through the bars as far as it would go.
"When I leave, I am taking you with me. You're coming with me. We'll go away."
Anthony smiled as he rose up of the mattress, going to the window to look out at her. "I didn't even remember." He rose his hands to grasp the bars. "And of course, if I ever leave, I will take you with me. Wherever you are, I am. Why do you think I am in here?"
"Because I'm not sneaky like you are." Megan sighed. "This time we'll leave. We'll go far away. After I shave Harry Potter's head."
"Happy birthday to you."
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear Anthony.
Happy birthday to you."
Megan was aware that her voice was not the best, but it was the thought that counted, right?
"Thank you, Megan." Anthony smiled at her, "That was lovely."
He stared at her a moment.
"Do you really want to shave Potter's head? I think it might be better that we just leave. We get out and leave. Less chance of getting caught, and let's face it. You really don't have much luck in that area."
Megan smiled at him. No sense in making him angry on his birthday. Potter was her nemesis now. She couldn't just leave town. His hair had to pay for what it had done to her.
"You're right, as usual," Megan sighed, reaching further through the bars until her arm began to hurt. "We'll just go away. Somewhere warm."
Unless I have things to do first. Like kill another person.
"Yes, it is a bit cold in here. Would be nice, a change in temperature." Anthony was glad she agreed, he didn't want to see her caught again, he certainly wouldn't like following her back here, though he would.
"So, for my birthday, what should we do? Reminisce?"
"We could," Megan said, thinking. "What will we recall fondly?"
"Well, there was that first one. Or do we call him the first, the one on Halloween? Or was it... what was his name... Mr. Church? What would you say?" He looked over at her questioningly.
"Hopkins. Or the quidditch player? What was her name? Alissa? She was so smug, so full of pride."
"Yes, after the way I was groped, that was something. I think that was one of the first times I'd used a bag. Very interesting. Not as fun as the wire, but still." He grinned, "exciting. That was also the first time you helped. I never told you how much I enjoyed that."
"I was excited that you let me," Megan said, grinning. "She put her hands on you. I was irritated. I wanted to be of use. We were the last people to see her alive. She was so beloved and adored, and we took that from her."
Megan sighed.
"I'll want a pensieve when we get out. I want to put that memory away, so I can view it with clarity. Always. We'll need to remake your bag. I should make a list, but in my head."
"Yes, we should remake it. I would like to find some different things though. The wire, I want the wire to be first. I wonder if my place is still there. I had a lot saved in Gringott's. That wire you bought me... we would probably have time to get it if we went fast. Right when we get out." If we get out. It was nice to fantasize with her, but he seriously wondered if they would ever see daylight again.
"Yes, that will be first. Before anything. Before even checking in with Mother. Yes, that will be first." This was said almost to herself.
Megan looked at Anthony as best she could. "Where do you want to go?"
"Where do you want to go? I will leave that up to you. You choose and I will plan everything. This time no unscheduled interruptions, it will be just us, like it should have been."
She could do that. They could still contact her through her locket.
"Somewhere where they have drinks in coconut shells. I don't know much about geography. But if there's warm weather and sand and drinks in coconuts, I think I could be happy again. Only if you were there though."
"I think I will be able to work with that."
Summary: Megan wishes Anthony a happy birthday.
Megan moved to her collection of parchment and looked at the dates of note she had made. It was. If she was right. It was today. Megan moved quickly to the bars in her door. She smoothed her hair down first. She hated that this was all she could give on such a day.
"Anthony? Anthony, are you there?"
Anthony was laying on the mattress in his cell staring at Mischa who was staring back at him when he heard Megan through the bars. He lifted his head slightly off the bed, his elbow sliding under him for support.
"Hold on," he said to Mischa.
Mischa rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him. "Go on, then. As if I have all the time in the world to wait for you." She sighed, saying under her breath, "say hello to Megan for me, who you won't even tell I exist."
"Yes, Megan?" Anthony threw a glare at Mishca.
"Today is your birthday. I counted the tic marks. Today is your birthday."
She put her arm through the bars as far as it would go.
"When I leave, I am taking you with me. You're coming with me. We'll go away."
Anthony smiled as he rose up of the mattress, going to the window to look out at her. "I didn't even remember." He rose his hands to grasp the bars. "And of course, if I ever leave, I will take you with me. Wherever you are, I am. Why do you think I am in here?"
"Because I'm not sneaky like you are." Megan sighed. "This time we'll leave. We'll go far away. After I shave Harry Potter's head."
"Happy birthday to you."
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear Anthony.
Happy birthday to you."
Megan was aware that her voice was not the best, but it was the thought that counted, right?
"Thank you, Megan." Anthony smiled at her, "That was lovely."
He stared at her a moment.
"Do you really want to shave Potter's head? I think it might be better that we just leave. We get out and leave. Less chance of getting caught, and let's face it. You really don't have much luck in that area."
Megan smiled at him. No sense in making him angry on his birthday. Potter was her nemesis now. She couldn't just leave town. His hair had to pay for what it had done to her.
"You're right, as usual," Megan sighed, reaching further through the bars until her arm began to hurt. "We'll just go away. Somewhere warm."
Unless I have things to do first. Like kill another person.
"Yes, it is a bit cold in here. Would be nice, a change in temperature." Anthony was glad she agreed, he didn't want to see her caught again, he certainly wouldn't like following her back here, though he would.
"So, for my birthday, what should we do? Reminisce?"
"We could," Megan said, thinking. "What will we recall fondly?"
"Well, there was that first one. Or do we call him the first, the one on Halloween? Or was it... what was his name... Mr. Church? What would you say?" He looked over at her questioningly.
"Hopkins. Or the quidditch player? What was her name? Alissa? She was so smug, so full of pride."
"Yes, after the way I was groped, that was something. I think that was one of the first times I'd used a bag. Very interesting. Not as fun as the wire, but still." He grinned, "exciting. That was also the first time you helped. I never told you how much I enjoyed that."
"I was excited that you let me," Megan said, grinning. "She put her hands on you. I was irritated. I wanted to be of use. We were the last people to see her alive. She was so beloved and adored, and we took that from her."
Megan sighed.
"I'll want a pensieve when we get out. I want to put that memory away, so I can view it with clarity. Always. We'll need to remake your bag. I should make a list, but in my head."
"Yes, we should remake it. I would like to find some different things though. The wire, I want the wire to be first. I wonder if my place is still there. I had a lot saved in Gringott's. That wire you bought me... we would probably have time to get it if we went fast. Right when we get out." If we get out. It was nice to fantasize with her, but he seriously wondered if they would ever see daylight again.
"Yes, that will be first. Before anything. Before even checking in with Mother. Yes, that will be first." This was said almost to herself.
Megan looked at Anthony as best she could. "Where do you want to go?"
"Where do you want to go? I will leave that up to you. You choose and I will plan everything. This time no unscheduled interruptions, it will be just us, like it should have been."
She could do that. They could still contact her through her locket.
"Somewhere where they have drinks in coconut shells. I don't know much about geography. But if there's warm weather and sand and drinks in coconuts, I think I could be happy again. Only if you were there though."
"I think I will be able to work with that."
Summary: Megan wishes Anthony a happy birthday.