OWL (& RP): Morag MacDougal to Blaise Zabini and Padma Patil
Date: 12 July 1998
Characters: Morag MacDougal, Blaise Zabini, Padma Patil, Edan MacDougal (NPC)
Location: Private Residences
Status: Private
Summary: Morag mends some bridges and reflects on the future.
Completion: Complete
Morag sat at the scrubbed wooden table in the kitchen. She could see the firth from the window. Grey clouds dotted the sky, but they weren’t heavy with rain. The beach was fairly deserted for July.
In front of her lay applications for the Ministry, NEWT prep information, housing forms, some clean parchment for letters and a book. She would owe Taranaich more than a couple of treats after he was through with this run of errands.
She picked up the book, Diary of Agatha Enki, Unspeakable. The bookshop had two copies, she could still flip through the other one on her own. She tucked a copy of the careers pamphlet inside the cover with at a note.
If Blaise took the Ministry up on the internship program they could very well end up working together. No need to make things awkward because of her tantrum the week earlier, which she still regretted.
Blaise,
To further your research, whatever the
reason, on the Department of Mysteries.
Fascinating memoir from the 1920’s.
Good complement to the Najwa.
Morag MacDougal
P.S. - Take this peace offering as me being nice.
She pulled out another fresh sheet of parchment, hesitating a moment before placing her quill on the page.
Padma,
Haven’t seen you since the other night
in Knockturn. Wanted to check in.
Perhaps we should meet up? I should be
around Hogwarts tomorrow.
Morag
She nodded, deciding it gave the right relaxed tone. It left nothing to worry about. And there wasn’t really. Though she felt a little uneasy about blowing Padma off that night.
She hadn’t been very good to the people around her of late. Thus the book and the letters. She didn’t have many friends and those she counted among them should be looked after. She didn’t want to discover a bridge burnt when she might most need it.
Another hour passed as she worked on her Ministry application and planned a schedule around the NEWTs. After a careful consideration she put down the Department of International Cooperation as her second choice behind the Department of Mysteries. She wanted to be realistic and knew that it was unlikely that her first choice would take interns, but it was worth putting down. At least the Ministry would know of her interest and intent.
Finally, the housing application was all that was left. She picked it up and read through it a couple of times when her older brother stumbled down the stairs.
“Mornin’,” Edan yawned, scratching his head.
“It’s pas’ noon already.”
“Is it?” He opened the ice box and messed inside a bit before emerging with a cold tattie scone. He glanced at the clock. “So it is, but only jus’.”
“Because I’ve reason to lie to ye.” He came over to the table and started to mess with the papers she had carefully laid out. “Oi, stop tha’ will ye.” She swatted his hands away. She didn’t need grease on the applications.
“Ministry application?” he asked, picking up the page. “Dinnae they require NEWTs anymore?”
“Ay, but they’re offerin’ an internship for those of us repeating seventh year.”
Edan nodded. “Mysteries, too?”
“Dinnae ken, but I wrote it down.” Her brother was one of the few people who knew she wanted to be an Unspeakable.
“An’ wha’s tha’ one?” He pointed to the housing application in her hand.
“They’ve opened up some student housin’ in Hogsmeade.”
“Lucky break, tha’. Couldna ge’ a flat there when I las’ looked. Too dear. Ye’ll be movin’ out then.”
“Haven’t decided. There’ll be a discount.” She scrunched up her nose. “Would be more convenient an’ bein’ home makes me feel caged.” She said the last in a quieter voice. She also thought about Theo’s suggestion from the other night with mixed feelings, but she was already considering it before he mentioned anything.
Edan nodded again. “Ay, been home a minute and I’m itchin’ to go again soon.”
“Ye’re leaving us?”
“Nah. Probably not before ye are.” He stood, ruffled her hair and went for another scone. “Stop over thinkin’ it and fill out the form. There’s no way ye can survive here once Darren goes back and I move out.”
He was right. She knew he was. So she filled out that form too. Even if the deadlines were next week she thought it best to send everything off early to make sure there was space. She made duplicates and sent off the originals after feeding Taranaich and promising him more treats upon successful deliveries.
Characters: Morag MacDougal, Blaise Zabini, Padma Patil, Edan MacDougal (NPC)
Location: Private Residences
Status: Private
Summary: Morag mends some bridges and reflects on the future.
Completion: Complete
Morag sat at the scrubbed wooden table in the kitchen. She could see the firth from the window. Grey clouds dotted the sky, but they weren’t heavy with rain. The beach was fairly deserted for July.
In front of her lay applications for the Ministry, NEWT prep information, housing forms, some clean parchment for letters and a book. She would owe Taranaich more than a couple of treats after he was through with this run of errands.
She picked up the book, Diary of Agatha Enki, Unspeakable. The bookshop had two copies, she could still flip through the other one on her own. She tucked a copy of the careers pamphlet inside the cover with at a note.
If Blaise took the Ministry up on the internship program they could very well end up working together. No need to make things awkward because of her tantrum the week earlier, which she still regretted.
Blaise,
To further your research, whatever the
reason, on the Department of Mysteries.
Fascinating memoir from the 1920’s.
Good complement to the Najwa.
Morag MacDougal
P.S. - Take this peace offering as me being nice.
She pulled out another fresh sheet of parchment, hesitating a moment before placing her quill on the page.
Padma,
Haven’t seen you since the other night
in Knockturn. Wanted to check in.
Perhaps we should meet up? I should be
around Hogwarts tomorrow.
Morag
She nodded, deciding it gave the right relaxed tone. It left nothing to worry about. And there wasn’t really. Though she felt a little uneasy about blowing Padma off that night.
She hadn’t been very good to the people around her of late. Thus the book and the letters. She didn’t have many friends and those she counted among them should be looked after. She didn’t want to discover a bridge burnt when she might most need it.
Another hour passed as she worked on her Ministry application and planned a schedule around the NEWTs. After a careful consideration she put down the Department of International Cooperation as her second choice behind the Department of Mysteries. She wanted to be realistic and knew that it was unlikely that her first choice would take interns, but it was worth putting down. At least the Ministry would know of her interest and intent.
Finally, the housing application was all that was left. She picked it up and read through it a couple of times when her older brother stumbled down the stairs.
“Mornin’,” Edan yawned, scratching his head.
“It’s pas’ noon already.”
“Is it?” He opened the ice box and messed inside a bit before emerging with a cold tattie scone. He glanced at the clock. “So it is, but only jus’.”
“Because I’ve reason to lie to ye.” He came over to the table and started to mess with the papers she had carefully laid out. “Oi, stop tha’ will ye.” She swatted his hands away. She didn’t need grease on the applications.
“Ministry application?” he asked, picking up the page. “Dinnae they require NEWTs anymore?”
“Ay, but they’re offerin’ an internship for those of us repeating seventh year.”
Edan nodded. “Mysteries, too?”
“Dinnae ken, but I wrote it down.” Her brother was one of the few people who knew she wanted to be an Unspeakable.
“An’ wha’s tha’ one?” He pointed to the housing application in her hand.
“They’ve opened up some student housin’ in Hogsmeade.”
“Lucky break, tha’. Couldna ge’ a flat there when I las’ looked. Too dear. Ye’ll be movin’ out then.”
“Haven’t decided. There’ll be a discount.” She scrunched up her nose. “Would be more convenient an’ bein’ home makes me feel caged.” She said the last in a quieter voice. She also thought about Theo’s suggestion from the other night with mixed feelings, but she was already considering it before he mentioned anything.
Edan nodded again. “Ay, been home a minute and I’m itchin’ to go again soon.”
“Ye’re leaving us?”
“Nah. Probably not before ye are.” He stood, ruffled her hair and went for another scone. “Stop over thinkin’ it and fill out the form. There’s no way ye can survive here once Darren goes back and I move out.”
He was right. She knew he was. So she filled out that form too. Even if the deadlines were next week she thought it best to send everything off early to make sure there was space. She made duplicates and sent off the originals after feeding Taranaich and promising him more treats upon successful deliveries.