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Who: Ernie and Megan
When: Sunday Night, just after dinner
Where: Around the lake (maybe sneaking to Hogsmeade later?)
Why: Because Megan thinks that fresh air will prevent him from developing gray hairs from stress. XP
His journal nudged Ernie's leg as he walked through the Entrance Hall. Normally he would have gotten rid of it before going on any sort of excursion outside, but he hadn't felt like dashing up to the Common Room just to stow a little book away. So for now it rested in the pocket of his robes, reminding him of things that had recently been written. Hopefully Megan would help him to forget.
The cool fall air felt wonderful as he stepped through the front doors, though Ernie tugged his scarf just a little tighter about his neck. It was a bit dark already, but that didn't seem like much of an obstacle unless he fell over his feet. That was an unfortunate and very likely possibility.
Ernie whistled softly as he wandered out towards the Willow and the lake, hoping that Megan wouldn't be too much longer...if she was too late, he might start doubting that the journal conversation had ever happened. His dreams had been getting weirder lately...it would be a shame if that was all this turned out to be.
When: Sunday Night, just after dinner
Where: Around the lake (maybe sneaking to Hogsmeade later?)
Why: Because Megan thinks that fresh air will prevent him from developing gray hairs from stress. XP
His journal nudged Ernie's leg as he walked through the Entrance Hall. Normally he would have gotten rid of it before going on any sort of excursion outside, but he hadn't felt like dashing up to the Common Room just to stow a little book away. So for now it rested in the pocket of his robes, reminding him of things that had recently been written. Hopefully Megan would help him to forget.
The cool fall air felt wonderful as he stepped through the front doors, though Ernie tugged his scarf just a little tighter about his neck. It was a bit dark already, but that didn't seem like much of an obstacle unless he fell over his feet. That was an unfortunate and very likely possibility.
Ernie whistled softly as he wandered out towards the Willow and the lake, hoping that Megan wouldn't be too much longer...if she was too late, he might start doubting that the journal conversation had ever happened. His dreams had been getting weirder lately...it would be a shame if that was all this turned out to be.