Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent Morgan had not only been horrified by what those hooded hooligans did to Phoebe, but he was incensed. There were plenty of hexes he was just itching to send their way, all of them, and then something extra special to the one who purposely hurt her. But... realistically, what could he do? Nothing. That's what he did and he felt like a coward for it, even if he knew it would be reckless to try and take them on. What would they do if a bunch of students banded together though?
It wasn't a thought that he entertained very long, though he would be sure to revisit later, because the healer showed up and class was apparently moving on. He hadn't even had proper time to be excited about playing with a cockatrice today!
Morgan hadn't quite been paying attention to Williamson and any crucial directions or helpful tips he might have been giving them, so hopefully he wasn't about to meet his untimely demise for being careless. He started gathering the supplies, following the lead of everyone else, when he heard Williamson mention jarveys. "Will Ferret Bueller be in there?" His buddy! He blurted that out just in time to see the hooded menaces threaten his teacher with a wand. Wow.. just... could they leave now? But great, they'd apparently be hanging out in the maze with them. Maybe they could be eaten by a cockatrice.
Morgan grabbed a weasel just in case, but he secretly hoped his favorite jarvey was available once he got inside. Mirror shard and wand at the ready, he followed the class into the maze. He didn't immediately grab a partner, but he maybe he'd catch up to a friend.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |