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“You think you’re being clever with that but FYI it’s not as hard as you think!” Though, the minutes the words flew out of her mouth, Lily knew she was in for a journey. The fact was, drunk Lily and sober Lily, the latter who made an appearance maybe once every full moon, both had the problem of keeping their mouth shut. 

There was not much else worse than a smug Morag Macdougal, she’d seen it everywhere. On the quidditch field, in the hallways, on prefect rounds, when they bickered and it always drove her to Madness. Some days it was easier to mask, other days it was like she was a fire and Morag knew how to light the match. With that smug fucking look. 

Had she ever been shit to Megan though? Did Lily have reason to beat up Morag on Megan’s behalf? They were in love, the love was good, she’d not really seen that look around Megan. That’s what had to matter. That’s what stopped her everytime she was ready to fight her best friend’s girlfriend. Or play a particularly mean prank on her. Or verbally and physically attempt to demolish her. If she was important to Megan, by proxy, begrudgingly so, she was IMPORTANT to Lily. At the end of the day, it was why in her mind she never crossed that boundary. Hell, she wanted to, but she didn’t. 

“I’ll be so nice you’ll think I was possessed, your Highness. The best Ravenclaw Quidditch player. She who has the PRIVILEGE of being with Megan Jones. Oh, beautiful and perfect one, Morag Macdougal, only a twat half of the time which is more than I can say for half of these idiots at school. I’ll be so nice to you, let me get you a drink, even! Pick your poison. I’ll make something fierce. It’ll bite back.”

seamus recoiled at the question.  he had chosen truth because he didn’t trust morag to come up with a quality dare.  but it turned out that asking juicy questions was in her wheelhouse just as much as leading a quidditch team.  “first of all, macdougal — you’re banned from truth or dare for the rest of your life.  i’m doing the public a favor.”  and parties in general, if he had anything to say about it.  but maybe that was a little harsh.  “anyway, he’s the chosen one.  he hasn’t got time to fart.”

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time: 5 january, 14:50location: quidditch pitchstatus: for @moragmac

Dressed in his quidditch robes, bat in hand, and fresh off the heels of the holidays Michael was practically buzzing. If he could’ve sprinted all the way to the pitches, he would. Still, he arrived with enough time to spare. He certainly wouldn’t have thought anything could sour his mood, not even a practice with Morag, but to his unpleasant surprise all it took was one glance her way. The memories of everything she’d done in the last two months came flooding back.

“You must be pleased.” His expressed twisted into something bitter and distasteful. “All that ass-kissing and inaction of yours paid off.”

@abbbott“You really are one of the coolest fucking people I know, Hannah, I’m not just drunk or anything, I really mean that. One of the best people,” Lily commented, giving a moment to appreciate her friend. This party had done wonders for the morale, at least, she hoped it had – she knew it had for her own. There were times when it was hard to forget it all, to forget in general, those times happened too often but the party had stopped time itself. It had insulated Lily in a bubble of vibrancy, of life, that she’d been sorely missing. She knew she wasn’t alone in that. 

Hannah knew loss and desolation on a personal level, she knew it before this year, she’d carried a lot, she’d been through a lot and she was still ALIVE. Her presence a testament of a higher power, of something bigger than herself, Lily didn’t get it or understand but she didn’t have to. Lily saw the strength now more than ever, understood the burden of life was one that could indeed be carried. That as much as it weighed down your mind, body, soul that perseverance came from within, Hannah had mastered the art of getting through. 

The thought, she shouldn’t have to. None of them should’ve had to, came to her. She pushed it away. No. Tonight was not the night. Maybe in the morning she’d suffer, maybe in just a few hours it would kick in, but not now.

Now she was taking a shot with Hannah Abbott. 

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She spotted Morag from across the common room and made her way over to say hello, noticing that the party was winding down and she still hadn’t had much of a chance to talk to the girl. This wasn’t wholly unrelated, of course, from the fact that Sally-Anne spent much of the night around Lisa, who couldn’t be more disinterested in spending time with Morag, but she had a free moment now and gave Morag a bright smile in greeting. 

“Parties aren’t really your thing, huh?” Sally-Anne leaned in so Morag could hear her over the music. She’d noticed Morag looking rather uncomfortable at various points in the night, and the Ravenclaw had always struck her as someone who generally had trouble letting loose. “I can understand that. I don’t drink, so I thought I wouldn’t be enjoying myself at all, but I’ve had a lovely time --- the secret’s just acting like there’s no one watching you. It helps especially if you get yourself dancing.” Sally-Anne was bopping around to the catchy music, and got a playful glint in her eye as she looked over at Morag. “You should try it! Come on, dance with me.” She took Morag’s hands and pulled her in toward the center of the common room, tossing her hair wildly to and fro and jumping around to the beat, laughing as she spun Morag around. 

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" i had to take dance lessons when i was younger, ” noah says, his face wrinkling with distaste. “ my parents would put me in dress robes and some stuffy witch would try and get my sister to waltz or — i don’t know. it was not my cup of tea. ” he shrugs his shoulders before letting an easy smile slide onto his mouth. he glances around at their classmates, drunk and dancing ( his parents would be appalled to know he considered their writing movements and loose limbs dancing ) and places his drink down. “ c’mon, morag, let’s dance because we can. ” he reaches out, grabbing her hand gently. “ we need to show them all the two best quidditch captains at hogwarts can do something besides fly a broomstick. ”

stephen almost chokes on his drink as he starts to laugh. leave it to morag to use the party game to try and figure out some way that she can get the upper hand in quidditch. 

asking stephen if he has a strategy is a waste of a question - because even if he was someone who’d share things like that, he’s also very much someone who comes up with things at the absolute last minute. meaning a strategy is something he’ll think of later. shaking his head, he shrugs before turning to morag and grinning. “a strategy? i don’t know. a strategy usually means that you’re worried about losing in the first place. which, let’s be honest - after seeing the slytherin-ravenclaw game, i’m definitely not worried.”

he lets out another laugh, before looking over to noah. “you know, maybe i’ll just use the same strategy that slytherin did of being the better team on the pitch. seemed to work damn well for them.”  

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Having hit the point where her words were beginning to slur and the filter in her brain, the mechanism that decided between secrecy and expression, was beginning to disintegrate. Spotting Morag at her side - Pansy jumped up in glee. “Oh, you finally decided to stop being b o r i n g!” Leaning in, she lowered her tone, beckoning the ravenclaw to come closer. “Okay. You cannot, can. not. tell anyone this. but - “ A pause for dramatic effect. “I like you. Not like - like - you. Like jeez. I have some taste y’know?” With great effort, she chased the straw in her drink, struggling to bring it to her lips. “But like - you’re chill. I mean, your personality is pretty much the opposite of chill. And you’re not cool. At all. But I like you. And we’re friends. Which, really sucks from where I’m standing. But whatever.”