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Summary: Draco has an encounter with an odd Ravenclaw who challenges his ideas of what Ravenclaws are like.
Draco Malfoy was not having a particularly i bad /i day, per se, but it wasn't all that good either and late night rounds did little to improve such things. There weren't even any heedless snoggers in the corridors to take points from.
He had just done a cursory inspection of the main hallway and was about to head back down into the Slytherin dungeons when he heard a clear voice singing fairly loudly--some melody he had never really heard before, and the words didn't make much sense either. So, with his curiousity piqued as well as his vindictive desire to take points, he followed the music.
"Gin a body meet a body
Comin' thro' the rye
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?
Ilka lassie has her laddie
Nane, they say, hae I
Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' thro' the rye."
Reaching the Great Hall he slipped in, wanting to see exactly i who /i he was dealing with before he was noticed. There, in the centre of the Great Hall, was a redheaded girl singing, twirling in circles, and taking sips of what looked like whiskey in between verses. For a moment he thought it was the accursed Weaselette who had hexed him with those wretched bat bogies, but a closer look made him realise that this girl's hair was not as garish a colour, and she was singing not drunkenly, but with a Scottish accent. "MacDougal." he snapped, not realising he had spoken aloud.
Morag twirled around on her toes, years of highland dance training coming out in her movements as she turned to face the speaker. Almost laughing upon spotting the male Slytherin prefect, she smiled at him and continued with her song. "Gin a body meet a body/Comin' frae the town/Gin a body kiss a body/Need a body frown?/Ilka lassie has her laddie/Nane, they say, hae I/Yet a' the lads they smile at me/When comin' thro' the rye."
Draco raised an eyebrow at the suggestive lyrics and the silly attitude of the Ravenclaw in his year. "Are you drunk, MacDougal?" He had never seen such a ridiculous Ravenclaw--usually all they cared about were books and classes. he had to hide his amusement at finding one drinking in the Great Hall.
"Not yet." Morag chirped plesantly. "Just...energetic." She practically bounced over and handed him the bottle. "Want some, Dragon?" She shoved the bottle into his hand and moved away again, finishing her song. "'Mang the train there is a swain/I dearly lo'e myself/But what his name or whaur his hame/I dinna care to tell/Ilka lassie has her laddie/Nane, they say, hae I/Yet a' the lads they smile at me/When comin' thro' the rye."
Draco looked dumbfounded at the bottle of liquor in his hand. "Are you insane?"
Morag giggled, continuing to twirl. "It's been suggested." She stopped and smirked at him. "But tonight's a blue moon, I'm entitled to be a bit wild."
"People like you aren't entitled to anything." Draco said in reply, taking a swig of the whiskey.
Morag stopped, her eyes glittering. "People like me?" She repeated. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm as pureblooded as you, and I'm not some dumb twit like Greengrass or Davis." Laughing again, she jumped onto the empty Ravenclaw table.
"I didn't realise Ravenclaws took pride in their blood." Draco said condescendingly. "I thought all you lot cared about were books and useless arcane knowledge. What can you say about a House that can stay awake during Binns' lectures?"
Morag jumped off the table. "Ooohh, so the dragon has some fire after all--and here I thought all the rumours were just that."
"You do realise I'm going to take points, right?" Draco said, not understanding why she was still so happy.
"No you won't" Morag replied, swaying side to side and pirouetting.
"What makes you think that?" Draco asked, curious. "I'm not a nice person."
"Of course you aren't." Morag replied, walking up to him and taking her whiskey back. "Even when you're nice, you're not nice, but if you take points I shall be forced to hex your bullocks off." She said all this with a cheeky smile and without changing her tone from the perkiness. With that, she kissed him on the cheek and skipped out of the room humming.
By the time Draco had been able to sort through that and make it into some semblance of sense the Scottish girl was long gone on her way back to ravenclaw tower. Glancing out a window as he headed back to the dungeons, he scoffed. Blue moon indeed. It was just too bad he hadn't gotten more of that whiskey.