Baking is therapy! (Open RP, canon updating--SPOILERS)
So here's a thought exercise.
You've decided to go back home to help out your friends, because maybe you've had a long enough rest and it's time to use what you know. You get kicked out of the city you thought would accept you, and end up living off-shore on a resurrected fake asteroid that used to belong to a really bad guy who is now living with you and maybe one of the good guys. You're dealing with that, and one day you get kidnapped by demons who use your own powers against you and your friends. You find out that your parents aren't who you thought they were--and you aren't what you thought you were.
And then, just when you're starting to accept that, your mentor gets killed, and you get ordered to go back to hell to rescue the evil psycho she-demon who ripped out part of your soul. Yeah. Good times.
Megan came back to Hogwarts, less bloody and concussed than last time, but somehow twenty times more beaten-down. There was a limit, and she had just about reached it.
Moping was not going to help her. If she started thinking about it--any of it--she might very well start screaming and never stop. Instead, after 'porting back, she slipped very quietly into the kitchens and enlisted the help of several house elves. They tried to do all the work, but she needed something to do to keep her in constant motion, something to keep her from thinking.
After a sleepless night, she set out trays with heaps of baked goods in the Great Hall, all with the lumpy appearance of genuinely homemade treats. She taped up her sign ("Free! Guaranteed NO HEXES OR POTIONS!") and sat back with a sigh, wings folding neatly behind her and a slightly too-desperate smile on her tired face.
You've decided to go back home to help out your friends, because maybe you've had a long enough rest and it's time to use what you know. You get kicked out of the city you thought would accept you, and end up living off-shore on a resurrected fake asteroid that used to belong to a really bad guy who is now living with you and maybe one of the good guys. You're dealing with that, and one day you get kidnapped by demons who use your own powers against you and your friends. You find out that your parents aren't who you thought they were--and you aren't what you thought you were.
And then, just when you're starting to accept that, your mentor gets killed, and you get ordered to go back to hell to rescue the evil psycho she-demon who ripped out part of your soul. Yeah. Good times.
Megan came back to Hogwarts, less bloody and concussed than last time, but somehow twenty times more beaten-down. There was a limit, and she had just about reached it.
Moping was not going to help her. If she started thinking about it--any of it--she might very well start screaming and never stop. Instead, after 'porting back, she slipped very quietly into the kitchens and enlisted the help of several house elves. They tried to do all the work, but she needed something to do to keep her in constant motion, something to keep her from thinking.
After a sleepless night, she set out trays with heaps of baked goods in the Great Hall, all with the lumpy appearance of genuinely homemade treats. She taped up her sign ("Free! Guaranteed NO HEXES OR POTIONS!") and sat back with a sigh, wings folding neatly behind her and a slightly too-desperate smile on her tired face.