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Post by MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR on Dec 13, 2012 1:04:14 GMT
 -----------------------------Thank goodness it was one of her break times. Megan thought she would be going nuts after the first two weeks back at term. She quickly dodged her fellow students and ghosts as she made her way to the Owlery. In her hand was a clutching letter. Her parents had made it a propriety to know what she was doing and if everything was alright. The usual glimmer of fun that was in her black eyes faded out slowly. The corners of her lips twitched downwards into a frown. She was remembering this summer. A few weeks ago Kyle had wanted to keep both her and her younger brother home. He did not agree with the new laws and regulations in place even though he was a pureblood descent. She let out a sigh, grateful that he wasn’t one of those pureblood elites that she knew. The fifteen year old girl knew a lot of people resented her. Resented her because she was free to roam around. Free from having an owner. Free from…well, slavery. When it all came down to it, that’s what it really was. Slavery. Observant as ever, Megan noticed that a lot of people were mingling about. Mostly younger kids with the silver band on their robes that had identified them as muggleborns. Megan herself wore a similar band, but gold. The ones without any type were, of course, the purebloods.
She pushed back a couple of strands of her hair that had fallen in her eyes. Today she had decided to wear it down and in waves. Much to her surprise she had found a clip from home. A light pink one. Her mood brightened a bit at the mention of her home. Merlin that was the only place to be right now. She shook her head at herself. Rather not think about it, she thought as she slowly made her way up the floors. Slowly made her way up to her destination. The Owlery. The Ravenclaw girl was surprised to find that a lot of people were out in the halls. Then again it WAS in the afternoon hours. She made a slight face at her foolishness. Get it together Megan, a small voice in the back of her head ordered silently. She could not help but to look amused as she opened the door to the Owlery. The black haired girl glanced around for a school owl. Unlike most children, Megan had set her eyes on an adorable black kitten when she was shopping for her school supplies. She had begged, and pleaded, Kyle for a kitten. One look at her face and Kyle knew he wasn’t able to refuse her. Not his adorable little girl. They had a family owl by the name of Hermes.
School owls were reliable. A lot of people had commented to her. Sometimes she had resorted to using Nathan’s owl, Flight. Her eyes lit up as the dark brown owl floated down to her. “Heya Flight” Megan crooned, gently stroking her wings. When asked about the name later, her younger brother had said it had been the first name to pop in his head. A silly name. Although Pounce for a kitten isn’t at all better. “You know where to take this girl.” She tied the letter to her leg. The owl hooted before flying off. The black haired girl walked over to the windows and stared down at the Hogwarts grounds. It was mildly warm for September. The trees were flowing back and forth with the wind. Her eyes glued to the grounds, Megan could barely hear the door opening. [/size] Tagged. Open for anyone ^^
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Post by rita on Dec 26, 2012 20:32:16 GMT
Forty minutes in and Rita was just about ready to throw her Charms essay in the fire and forget all about it. It might be to the detriment of her schooling career, and effectively the rest of her life, but those things didn’t seem all too important at the current moment. Rita ran a hand though her long blonde hair in exasperation, looking around the Slytherin Common Room. It was practically deserted, which was to be expected at this time of the day. She took once last glance down at the open textbook in front of her before shutting it and putting it firmly down on the table next to her. She’d had quite enough of that for one day. Of course, in the back of her mind she was quite aware that she’d stay up late into the night working on the essay, only to have it returned to her with a D or a P scrawled on it in red ink. Charms was not Rita’s strong point, but then again, none of her chosen subjects were. She’s barely scraped through fifth year with five OWLs and now she was down to three subjects and her grades were getting steadily worse. But if nothing else, Rita was a Slytherin through and through. And asking for help was certainly out of the question.
Instead, she pulled a piece of blank parchment from under her abandoned essay. She quickly scribbled a few sentences and added her signature, a large, over the top, flourishing affair. After sealing it, she rose to her feet, pulling her robes around her. Without the direct warmth of the fire, the Slytherin Common Room could be bitterly cold. Rita headed out of the common room, abandoning her textbooks where they were. They would be there when she got back, that she was sure of. She headed up towards the main staircase, passing various groups of younger students as she did so. Some of them looked worried, some angry, some confused. None of them looked happy. But the silver band on their robes was enough of an explanation. Rita glanced down at the grey band on her own robes. She barely noticed it most days. After all, being in Slytherin had its … advantages. And so she brushed passed the younger students, avoiding their eyes. It wasn’t in her nature to be empathetic. She could pretend to be so, that wasn’t a problem. But only if there was something in it for herself. Like the latest piece of gossip or something she could turn into a malicious rumour.
Two boys, first years by the look of them, ran in front of her, causing her to come to an abrupt halt. They quickly glanced at the green on her robes, and apologised immediately. “I should think so.” She snapped at them. Pushing past them, she made the climb up to the owlery, a smirk playing on her face. The boys hadn’t even glanced at the grey band on her robes, they had simply assumed. It wasn’t the first time Rita would be glad the Sorting Hat placed her Slytherin and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She opened the door and stepped in, her eyes immediately spotting Megan Taylor standing against the window. The smirk on her face grew even more pronounced. “Megan Taylor.” She stated, “It’s been quite a while. You wouldn’t have been … avoiding me, would you?” she asked, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Spotting her owl, she quickly attached her letter and sent it off, waiting for Megan’s reply. This was going to be interesting.
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Post by MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR on Dec 31, 2012 17:01:33 GMT
----------------------------- Megan was idly wondering if she should go down to the library when the door opened. Her gaze was still on the ground. No doubt that was where Ethan and Kevin were at, causing all sorts of mayhem. At least on Ethan’s part. Kevin would usually sit there shaking his head like always. The corners of her lips twitched upwards into a small smile. Katherine and Alexis were more than likely at the library, feverously working on their essays. It was their fifth year. The hardest year of them all because of their O.w.l.s exams. Megan herself was working more harder. These days, the Ravenclaw Tower was filled with the scratching of quills on paper and occasionally a voice asking if they got the answer or the hidden meaning of it. It was something that Megan had picked up throughout her years. She wondered how her brother, Nathan, was doing. She would have to search him out but her schedule was more of a conflict. Really though, she should just send him a note in school asking if they would want to meet up. Her expression immediately brightened at the thought. The last time that she had fully talked to her brother was on the train ride.
The plan set, the fifteen year old girl straightened up. It was a voice that had brought her out of her thoughts. A voice that she had been dreading to hear. She slowly turned around and scowled at the sight of Rita Skeeter. It was her that had started the rumors of her group of friends falling for one another. The most painful one was the Kevin and Megan rumor. They wouldn’t talk for days on end and the memories were still bitter in Megan’s mind. “Rita Skeeter.” There was a hint of forced politeness to her tone. Slytherins. More of them. What she really needed was a month away from Hogwarts. A month away from the purebloods. She bit down on the inside of her cheeks, thinking of her answer. She was choosing her words carefully. Merlin only knows what would happen after the two girls left and parted their ways. “Me? Oh never. I’m usually in the library working on several things. Fifth year you know. Working hard so I can meet my goals and get higher owls.” Flattery. Megan was hoping that it would work. That, and of course, lying. She wondered if the blonde haired girl really knew that she was lying through her teeth. She hoped not.
She frowned at the direction of her thoughts were going. At this point Megan was ready to try anything and everything to distract Rita from asking her about her friends. More particularly the boys than the girls. “You’re older than me, seventh year.” She remarked slowly. “Perhaps maybe you should enlightened me with the truth. The exams were harder?” The black haired girl was mentally kicking herself at this point. She was acting like she lacked common sense! If only her housemates could hear the conversation now. They would be a bit embarrassed to even know the Taylor girl. Her cheeks turned a bit pink at the thought as she looked away from the Slytherin girl. The trees were swaying even more. The wind was picking up a bit. She perked up at the thought of an upcoming thunderstorm later on tonight. When she was a child Megan always loved thunderstorms. She loved waking up in the middle of the night and just listened. Listened to the rain pouring down and the thunder. Seeing the lightening flashed across the sky. Or more importantly the walls of her room. The more violent ones caused the shutters to rattle a bit. It was at these that Nathan had scuttled into Megan’s room, frightened. She frowned and shook her head.
The Ravenclaw didn’t want to think about that right now. It was plainly clear that she loved her brother dearly. The brother that had ended up in Hufflepuff, much to the surprise of both her and Kyle. Kyle had been in Gryffindor. Megan was hoping that Nathan would end up with her in Ravenclaw. She frowned even deeper as she forced her gaze from the window and onto the Slytherin girl. If anything Megan was a bit weary. She did not know what Rita would end up doing. But she knew that it would not be pleasant at all.
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Post by rita on Jan 14, 2013 6:25:44 GMT
Although she pretended to focus on her owl as it flew into the distance, Rita was more than aware of the scowl on Megan’s face as she realised the identity of her company. If anything, it only added to Rita’s amusement and made the smirk on her face even more pronounced. It was reasonable that Megan would be … less than pleased by her appearance. It was only last year that Rita had started several rumours about Megan’s group of friends. All harmless fun of course, but then people never did seem to agree with Rita on that point. To be perfectly honest, Rita hadn’t expected the rumour to catch on so quickly. But it had sparked an interest in the Hogwarts population last spring and had spread around the school like wildfire. The highlight had been the fall out between Megan and Kevin Miller. It was never Rita’s intention to cause chaos with her rumours and gossip, but if it did happen, it was just an added bonus.
She opened her mouth to ask about the small group that were so often seen together in the corridors of Hogwarts. But Megan got there before her. Asking about exams, of all things. Rita’s expression darkened slightly at the mention of OWLs. Of course, Megan could not know of Rita’s struggle with her schoolwork, the amount of time and effort she put in only to scrape a pass. Rita pushed aside a rising feeling of panic and dismissed it as being paranoia. No, Megan Taylor would certainly not be aware of her academic achievements, or lack thereof. Of course not. The fifth year was just making conversation, that was all. Rita pursed her lips together slightly, trying to remember if it was normal of Ravenclaws to launch straight into a topic related to academia. It probably was, it was what the House of the Eagle was known for after all. Not that she could remember the last time she had a decent conversation with a Ravenclaw, most of them tended to avoid her as much as they could. A wise idea.
She laughed, pushing her long hair over her shoulder as she did so. It was a fake laugh, devoid of any real humour, but it suited the seventh year Slytherin perfectly. “Oh come on Megan. Let’s not start with the boring exam talk. You’re a Ravenclaw, I have no doubt you’ll be absolutely fine in your exams, even if they do get harder in seventh year.” She placed particular emphasis on the end of the sentence, a hint of mockery in her voice.
Megan was perfectly right of course. Seventh year was difficult, a steady struggle for even the most organised or talented students. Being neither of those things, Rita wasn’t particularly enjoying her last year studying at Hogwarts. But she didn’t express this to Megan. No, she wanted the Ravenclaw to feel embarrassed for bringing up the conversation. It was incredibly unfortunate for her that Rita was in a rather vindictive mood. “Tell me Megan, how is Kevin these days?” she asked, “I haven’t seen much of him so far this year.” She turned to look at Megan, desperate to see her reaction to the question. She fought to control her facial expression without much success. The smirk on her face made her question lack the innocent air she wanted it to have, but never mind. Nobody was perfect.
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Post by MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR on Feb 2, 2013 20:16:54 GMT
----------------------------- It was more apparent knowledge that Rita was not a favorite person to Megan. She was one of the many people that the black haired girl tried to get away from. The girl was nothing but a mere gossiper and it frankly drove her completely nuts. She would have liked it if it was any other person than the Slytherin girl. Any other person that had not drove a wedge between her and Kevin. They did eventually talk things over and patch things up. It was the worst couple of weeks of her life. One of the few times that she wished she would get pulled out of Hogwarts. More often than not she would end up talking to either Alexis or Katherine and start crying. She would often stay up in the middle of the night worrying about what the next day will hold. It had been completely awful to Megan. She still didn’t understand how people could live life like that. Surely they must have held a conscience somewhere. It was probably buried deep and deep underneath the many layers. The corners of her lips twitched upwards into an unwanted small smile at the irony of her thoughts. Oh Megan was being stupid as always. There was no reason for her to think those sort of things. She considered herself lucky that the other girl couldn’t read her mind. She would be tortured for it.
She winced at the thought of being tortured. It was not her favorite word up to date. It was one of the words that she feared. Megan would do all she can not to get under a curse. A small shudder ran through her spine at Rita’s laugh. The black haired girl actually took several steps back, an apology on her lips but it stopped at her words. She let out a small snort. “Not quite fine. I’m too much of a worrier when it comes to school. I have to make sure I have the good grades that are my standard. Granted I do lose sleep over it at some point….†Her voice trailed off. She remembered how frantic she was at the end of the year exams. She wanted to make sure that she passed with flying colors. Well alright, History of Magic wasn’t her best shot but she was more suited to the work of the Healers at St. Mungo’s. Before the laws had passed Kyle had taken her to the wizard hospital and let her talk with one of the nurses that was not doing anything. She wanted to know the requirements of classes that were needed and the amount of training hours. A good few hours later the two of them were at home and it was then that Megan decided she would become a Healer. She had to excel at different subjects but that was no problem for the fifth year Ravenclaw.
It was true that Megan was a worrier at her subjects. She would lose sleep over a simple quiz or a test that she wanted to pass with flying colors. She mutely nodded, quiet for several minutes as her mind was filled with nothing but thoughts. “I had a few doubts that it won’t be any easier in seventh year. I do have a couple of careers that I want to go in.†It was here that she stopped. Megan didn’t want to dwell on that subject with a Slytherin. She was filled with instant fear that Rita would try to stop her from achieving her dreams. There was no doubt that she probably will not get in with the new laws but there was no harm in trying right? Especially if she used her father’s name as the Taylor family were a very big pureblood family. Megan made a slight face at the thought. Kyle Taylor had been deemed a blood traitor, not by his family but the other purebloods. You see, his family was one of the few types of good purebloods. The kinds that mingle with the muggleborns and halfbloods. Megan understood more of that than she needed to having grown up with one parent as a wizard. It didn’t make any sense. All of them were human. Why feel the need to enslave those that are less than worthy?
Her face paled as Kevin’s name was brought up. Really? Megan thought to herself biting down on the inside of her cheeks. Must she brought it up? “…..He’s fine.†She replied somewhat curtly. On the inside Megan was scared. No, downright terrified was the right word for it. What tricks did Rita have up her sleeve anyways? “He’s been keeping on the down low because…well of everything that happened. She couldn’t help but to snort at the reunion in the train ride. “Katherine and Alexis had jumped on him actually. All of us are wor-†Shut up Megan! A voice snarled in the back of her mind. Do you really want her to use this against you!? She closed her lips as she turned her head to the window. She didn’t want to reveal that much. Not to Rita Skeeter anyways. [/size] Tagged. Miss Zoe with Rita!
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