Date: 8 August 1998
Characters: Theodore Nott, Ernie MacMillian, Anthony Goldstein, Morag MacDougal
Location: Private Residences
Status: Private
Summary: Morag passes on some information.
Completion: Incomplete
Morag’s parents had been in a productive mood last night when she came back from Padma’s. Moira insisted that they had a long dinner to catch up with all of her children, but Morag in particular. This caused Morag to squirm on more than one occasion as she dodged the truth and did her best to avoid outright lies, which provided Edan, at least, entertainment for the evening.
With tea finished Adair latched on to the news of the new house and immediately started making lists of things she needed to bring and organize. Morag had become her parents evening project.
Her parents proceeded to drag her through their home to gather all the items on the list, labeling others to be taken away, and generally packing and organizing. They had it in their minds that if they didn’t do it just then, they wouldn’t have a chance to pin their daughter down again and make her do it in the near future.
Neither brother provided a diversion, glad that for the time being their parents weren’t focusing on either of them.
Because of this, it wasn’t until the next morning, when Morag woke up in a room filled with boxes, that she had a chance to write to the remaining members of her revision group. She made three copies of the course materials list and addressed the identical letters to each of them.
I have come into possession of a preliminary copy of the course materials list for next year. Don’t ask me how; a good spy doesn’t reveal their sources.
It’s only a couple days early, but as Granger’s group already has their hands on it, I’m sending you a copy now. I know each of you well enough to know that two days in wait for something like this could be two days too long.
Morag
She considered writing more to Theo and then decided that it would take too much time to decide what to say. She did, however, add something to the bottom Ernie's.
P.S. -- I spent the Saturday night on your couch. If anyone asks.