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[augury_megan]

Who: Megan Jones, Pansy Parkinson and Tracey Davis
What: An evening snack
Where: The Kitchens
When: After dinner, Friday
Status: Complete

In the last three days, with the exception of the meeting in the courtyard, and any shared classes, Megan had succeeded in avoiding Ernie. Of course, this meant not spending time on her favorite couch, hiding in the

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[augury_traceyd]

Tracey was in rare form on the late Friday night. There must have been some bug going around or some other reason for this undying craving for something sweet for her to sink her teeth into. An eclair or anything filled with sugar and everything she usually detested. Womenly cravings rarely hit her but when they did she needed them with no questions asked. And she was lucky to have Pansy all to herself that night as well. No Draco in sight to steal the friend's company as the redhead took the advice to visit the house elves for food. When she got there the oiginal response was beautiful. They were all so happy to be able to serve. That is why she liked them- so much better than humans; save Pansy, Daphne and herself of course. They were top notch

[augury_pansyp]

"I don't know what you were expecting." Pansy said from besides Tracey, with a sneering tone just loud enough to be overheard by those giant elf ears. "I heard some of the elves here even have clothing. Free house elves, can you imagine?" Pansy had little tolerance for house elves, especially ones that weren't hers. She'd been coddled and dressed and watched over as a child by her family's elf, and liked to think she knew how the world worked. You didn't have to be polite with house elves, they didn't demand it or even expect it.

"I'll take a hot chocolate." She said firmly, brushing her dark fringe away from her eyes wil mild annoyance. "Milk, not cream." She did not say please. When Pansy heard footsteps behind her she turned her head, then scowled when she saw who it was. "You'd think you would have learned your lesson, Jones, walking around all alone."

[augury_megan]

Megan glanced up to see Tracey and Pansy ordering around the house elves and she rolled her eyes.

"Well, if I knew I was going to interrupt your little bingeing session, then trust me, I would have stayed in my own house." One of the elves approached her and slid a turkey sandwich onto the table in front of her.

"Does Megan Jones want Pinky to get her a drink?" It asked.

Megan nodded. "Milk, please." As it toddled away, she directed her attention to Pansy again. "You know, if you're nice to them, you'd be suprised at how much quicker they respond."

[augury_traceyd]

Tracey looked over at Jones with narrowed eyes.

"Might have done us all some good then."

Tracey finally got her sweets and immediately took a small nibble out of the eclair's corner. She smiled at the sweet sensation but Megan's second comment cut her enjoyment short. The redhead looked back over at her.

"Well once we do that we can find Granger and tell her you wish to join that stupid pro-elf freedom rubbish she was parading around." Tracey told her. "Until then piss off."

[augury_pansyp]

Pansy smirked at Tracey's dismissal of the girl, and then joined in by turning a cold shoulder. "You know, Tracey, the most astounding thing about muggleborns is that they like to think they know everything about magical culture. You give a girl a wand, and she thinks she knows all sorts of things. Like how to treat a house elf." A white ceramic cup and saucer filled with hot chocolate was brought to her on a small tray, and she took them up in her hands, blowing absently on the hot liquid. "I, on the otherhand, wouldn't be bragging to know the innerworkings of muggles when I clearly do not. But then again, who would want to?" Her mouth curled into an amused smile, then finally, she looked at Megan again. "Shouldn't you be leaving now? Or are you feeling lonely, now that Macmillan's come to his senses and finished things off with you... poor thing."

[augury_megan]

"Wow, you two are walking stereotypes. Do you realize that?" Megan countered before taking a bite of her sandwich. "Sitting on your high horse, bossing everyone around. No wonder Slytherins are so unpopular."

She raised her eyes and stared at Pansy. "For your information, Parkinson, I'm not a Muggleborn. I'm a Halfblood. Not that it should matter." Megan gritted her teeth. "And, since you think you're so smart, let me correct you on another matter. Ernie didn't leave me. I broke up with him. A detail you might have picked up on if you weren't so busy shoving your toungue down Malfoy's throat."