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augury_megan in augury_rpg

Who: Megan and Ernie
What: Who says we can't still be friends?
Where: Hufflepuff Common Room
When: Afternoon, After Classes, December 17, 1997
Status: Incomplete

The civility of Megan's exchange with Ernie during DADA class on Monday finally led the girl to believe that the two of them might be able to be friends again. She had given him his space for over a month at this point and considering the shortness of their relationship, she had assumed that would be enough. It wasn't that Megan wasn't upset about their breakup. It was simply that her way of dealing with it had been significantly different than Ernie's way of coping. That and perhaps the fact that her feelings were more about guilt and less about a broken heart. That is often the way with the person who does the breaking.

However, this is not to say that was completely apathetic to the news that Linus had been encouraging Ernie to move on. Where part of Megan was pleased with the idea that perhaps his wounds were healing, there was something else that smarted just a little more than she wanted to admit.

She put that aside, however, when she returned from class on Wednesday afternoon. The side of her mouth curved up just slightly at the sight of Ernie sitting on the couch, studying a textbook on his lap while distractedly eating something from a bag nestled by his side. Sneaking up on him, Megan perched herself on the edge of the sofa.

"Oi, Ernie. Don't you know there are starving wizards in Africa?" She asked, cheekily.


"Starving wizards in Africa?" he muttered distractedly, hand lifting a chocoball up to his lips. "That's not going to be on a test, is it?"

He blinked as he looked up from his textbook, and to his utter surprise, there was Megan. He froze for a moment before shaking off his shock, and sheepishly stuffed the chocoball into his mouth. He chewed far too quickly, and swallowed harder than he'd intended.

"Hey, Meg," he finally said once his mouth was free again. "How're... things?"
"Besides classroom torture, escalating insults and discovering my parents marriage has been disolved," Megan replied, with almost a sickening level of humor, "things have been just peachy." She plopped down on the couch beside Ernie and sneaked her hand into to steal a chocoball. Popping it into her mouth, she savored its deliciousness as it melted.

"Mmm. Not as good as a peanutbutter beetle, but since I'm fresh out of those..." Megan turned to Ernie and raised her eyebrows. "You don't think one of the Firsties took them, do you?" Initially, she appeared irriated, but then her features softened. "Eh. I suppose they probably need the chocolate more than me anyway."

Stretching her legs out to prop them on the coffee table, she asked "So what are you up to?"
"I'm sorry about that," Ernie said, and he was. He hated what these new laws were doing to everyone, especially his friends. "But just because the Ministry says its dissolved, that doesn't make it so. Your parents are stronger than that."

He smiled as she snuck one of his sweets, not minding the loss much. Anyone else he would have battled to the death... well, almost anyone else, he thought with a light blush.

"Maybe you just ate them all and forgot. But if you need more, I can always add it to my weekly order to Honeyduke's..." He blushed further this time as he realized he'd just admitted to how often he replenished his 'supply'. "We all can use some chocolate equally these days."

He sighed. "Studying some curses and hexes - not for that bitch," he hissed, meaning Professor Carrow, "but for other stuff. And you?"
Megan brushed off Ernie's apology regarding her parents. "I'm sure they'll be fine. I'll be back home in a few days so I'll have a chance to talk about the whole thing with them in person."

But she nearly snorted when he suggested that she ate all of her sweets. "Listen, Ernie. Just because you order from Honeydukes once a week does not mean the rest of us do. I think I would know if I managed to polish off a whole bag of beetles. I've have skin like Eloise and indigestion to boot. I know chocolate is known for its mood lifting qualities, but it doesn't solve everything."

Megan was suprised to hear Ernie curse, even if he was referring to a woman she hated just as much. "Yes, I suppose I've being doing some other stuff as well. Every little bit helps."
"I don't know whether to look forward to hols or not. If Mum's not home, I might as well be here instead of with my Dad."

He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed at her comment, as if pointing a glaring arrow at his propensity lately to use sweets to cope with his troubles, and the waistline that had come about as a result. "There's nothing wrong with having sweets every now and then," he grimaced, hand grasping the bag of chocoballs to close it up, as if to say There, I can stop any time I want to.

"You've been practicing?" he asked with more than a touch of relief. Little made him happier than knowing she was safe and able to protect herself. "I'm glad. We all need to be ready, in case it's needed. These days... it's hard to tell what's going to happen. One day you're here, and the next, you're... not." He swallowed hard, not wanting to imagine her gone like the others.
"Oh, so then I suppose you wouldn't mind if I gave the rest of your sweets to the underclassmen then?" Megan said, reaching to take it from his hands. "I know some of the kid have been spooked by Carrow and it will make them feel better."

Megan paused for a moment. "And yes, I've been practicing. Not that I think it will help much, in the end."
"No!" Ernie cried, grabbing hold of his bag of chocoballs before her hand could touch it, and cradling it close to his chest. "I mean, there are other ways to cheer them up. No need to give them a bunch of candy that I've already put my hands into, you know."

He looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean, won't help much? Of course it'll help. Every little bit does, you said so yourself. You just don't give yourself enough credit... you never did." That last was said more quietly, almost beneath his breath, but it was the truth.
Megan was confused by Ernie's reaction. "Wow, Ernie I was only kidding," she replied. "You'd think I was stealing galleons from your wallet with that sort of reaction."

A frown spread across her face when Ernie pointed out her inconsistencies. "Ok, so I sort of lied the first time. I was attempting to put a positive spin on the whole situation. I mean, it's our first casual conversation since...well...you know. I didn't want to be a total downer."

Megna glanced away. "Yes, I've been practicing on my own and it might be helpful, but...part of me still has my doubts."
"I'm... I'm sorry."

He sat back, sighing heavily as he set the bag to the side. "You're right. We... haven't talked in a while, have we." He looked up at her, lips parted to speak, then shut his mouth as if changing his mind. They opened again, and his hand lifted in time to the words he might have said, could he think of any. Merlin, why was this so difficult?

Because you wanted to shag her, and still do? Because you've gotten used to not talking to her? Because you're a bloody idiot?

"You may have your doubts, but... I still have faith in you," he said softly.

Way to go, idiot. That'll make her think you're over her - and You-Know-Who might just roll over and beg Harry to kill him too.
"No, we haven't talked in awhile. And I can assure you that it wasn't my decision," Megan replied, hotly.

Of course, if Megan had attempted to go into this conversation being positive and friendly, she was quickly failing her plan.

Perhaps this had something to do with what Linus had told her the previous night, by accident.


Megan chose to ignore Ernie's last comment in lieu of something else. "Well, I've been working with Michael actually, on my physical techniques. Curses, hexes, defensive work. And then I've actually been practicing with another aquaintance as well. More psychological stuff. Hard to explain, really, but I'm finding it important. Sometimes in situations, in order to protect yourself, you need to be able to create a sort of wall. Mentally. Its how I've been dealing with Carrow, actually."