RP: Heavy Lifting Required
Date: 12 August 1998
Characters: Theodore Nott, Morag MacDougal, Edan MacDougal [NPC]
Location: MacDougal Residence (Leith, Scotland), 15 Hornbeam Court (Hogsmeade, Scotland)
Status: Public or Private
Summary: Theo helps Morag move to Hogsmeade. Minor interrogation and construction included.
Completion: Complete
Morag owed Edan a lot. Her older brother had volunteered to help her move into her new house in Hogsmeade. It was the only way to keep her parents from helping. Now they were safely at the shop with Darren, out of the way in time for Theo’s imminent arrival.
She hadn’t expected Theo to offer his help to move her. Even knowing there was an ulterior motive, she was still touched. Though she hadn’t told her parents she was in a relationship, let alone who with. She figured there was still time to cross that bridge. For now, it wasn’t something she cared to deal with. The morning, instead, became a delicate balancing act bent on pushing her parents out of the house as quickly and effectively as possible with assistance from Edan.
Her older brother on the other hand was a wee bit more observant than her parents. He also had the added advantage of Morag’s trust. Both out of need and genuine closeness, Morag let Edan in on this secret, among others. He wasn’t surprised to find out that she was seeing someone. It explained her disappearances, particularly nights spent elsewhere, far better than any other excuse.
“Who is he, then?” Edan asked as soon as the green flames quelled in the hearth. “He cannae be an angel if ye're goin’ through all this.”
Morag frowned a little. He was right, Theo was no angel. “Ye’ve met him before. Theodore Nott,” she said, noting Edan’s grimace as he swallowed his tea.
“Yeah, I ken. Figured as much. Ye two always hidden away in the library. It was bound to happen.” He nodded, but a frown remained on his face. “He good to ye?”
Morag blushed fiercely and focused on her things stacked in the hall. “Edan,” she said warningly. She busied herself cramming another book into her new, but overstuffed trunk.
“I’m jus’ sayin’. A guy gets a reputation…” he placed his empty mug on the credenza. She shot him a look and he went on. “I dinnae mean tha’s gospel, but, Merlin, Morag. I was only a year ahead of ye an’ word gets aroun’.”
He wasn’t able to continue as someone knocked on the front door then.
Characters: Theodore Nott, Morag MacDougal, Edan MacDougal [NPC]
Location: MacDougal Residence (Leith, Scotland), 15 Hornbeam Court (Hogsmeade, Scotland)
Status: Public or Private
Summary: Theo helps Morag move to Hogsmeade. Minor interrogation and construction included.
Completion: Complete
Morag owed Edan a lot. Her older brother had volunteered to help her move into her new house in Hogsmeade. It was the only way to keep her parents from helping. Now they were safely at the shop with Darren, out of the way in time for Theo’s imminent arrival.
She hadn’t expected Theo to offer his help to move her. Even knowing there was an ulterior motive, she was still touched. Though she hadn’t told her parents she was in a relationship, let alone who with. She figured there was still time to cross that bridge. For now, it wasn’t something she cared to deal with. The morning, instead, became a delicate balancing act bent on pushing her parents out of the house as quickly and effectively as possible with assistance from Edan.
Her older brother on the other hand was a wee bit more observant than her parents. He also had the added advantage of Morag’s trust. Both out of need and genuine closeness, Morag let Edan in on this secret, among others. He wasn’t surprised to find out that she was seeing someone. It explained her disappearances, particularly nights spent elsewhere, far better than any other excuse.
“Who is he, then?” Edan asked as soon as the green flames quelled in the hearth. “He cannae be an angel if ye're goin’ through all this.”
Morag frowned a little. He was right, Theo was no angel. “Ye’ve met him before. Theodore Nott,” she said, noting Edan’s grimace as he swallowed his tea.
“Yeah, I ken. Figured as much. Ye two always hidden away in the library. It was bound to happen.” He nodded, but a frown remained on his face. “He good to ye?”
Morag blushed fiercely and focused on her things stacked in the hall. “Edan,” she said warningly. She busied herself cramming another book into her new, but overstuffed trunk.
“I’m jus’ sayin’. A guy gets a reputation…” he placed his empty mug on the credenza. She shot him a look and he went on. “I dinnae mean tha’s gospel, but, Merlin, Morag. I was only a year ahead of ye an’ word gets aroun’.”
He wasn’t able to continue as someone knocked on the front door then.