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Description: Morgan Reid is an American witch sent to Scotland to live with her elderly grandfather. Navigating a new school, a rocky relationship with Hogwarts favorite quidditch fanatic Oliver Wood, and the traumatic deaths of her father and brother, can Morgan overcome her past to make something of her future? Oliver/OC Animagus
Anya Johnston and MikomiCosplay thanks for the comments and feedback. :)
Chapter 7: Keep Your Head Up
Once on the train, Oliver disappeared immediately leaving Morgan to find her own way about. She walked uncomfortably by containers filled with friends greeting each other and carrying on in their house robes. A few kids whispered and pointed as she walked by, identifying her as an outsider. Morgan felt lost and alone by the time she found an empty box at the end of the car. She drew the glass doors shut behind her and sat next to the window looking out the crowd of families saying happy goodbyes as she fiddled with the amulet around her neck nervously.
Her father used to take her and Arran to school at the beginning of each semester. They'd eat cupcakes and sugary foods her mother didn't allow at the Greek bakery across the street until it was time to leave. Then he'd give them big hugs that smelled of musty pipe tobacco and green tea.
Neal Reid had always used flying as his favorite analogy, Life is learning ta fly. He'd told her the first day of school.
If ye want to be successful keep your head up, elbows in, and yer eyes straight ahead. Don't look down, don't look behind ye, and don't worry about what everyone else is doing. Ye gonna have things that get in yer way; fog, rain, birds, ye name it, but ye gotta just keep going. Ye gotta ignore the gravity pulling you down and learn to flow with it. Charge yer own path and be yerself. Nobody can fault ye for that.
Morgan felt a rising pressure in her chest so she leaned back against the scratchy woolen seat, closed her eyes and began to counting mantra. She'd made it all the way to forty-seven when a male voice brought her back to focus.
"Oi, are these seats taken?" said a tall red-haired young man, gesturing to the other seats in the compartment. Morgan recognized him as one of Oliver's teammates; A Weasley twin.
"Nope."
"Fantastic," the boy said enthusiastically as he popped his head out into the corridor, calling to someone down the hall. "Oi, I found us some seats."
Rapidly, a boisterous gaggle of people began to fill the small compartment one by one. First came the other twin, then a friendly looking girl with a dirty blonde bob, a petite fair-skinned brunette with a pixie cut and a gaggle of freckles, followed finally by a posh looking blonde with French braid, a white cat, and a bored expression. They walked in throwing their baggage atop the rails ignoring Morgan as they chattered to themselves.
"Where's Lee?" The freckled girl asked as she tried in vain to reach to up.
Fred assisted quickly, "Lee had urgent business-"
"-couldn't wait." George finished vaguely.
The girls looked at each other. "We don't want to know!"
"Plausible deniability is always important with you lot." Freckles said.
"Can't you two stay out of trouble for one day? We haven't even got to school yet and I already feel the house points draining out of the hourglass." The posh girl said as she sat haughtily down across from Morgan with her cat in her lap. As if just realizing that there was a sixth person occupying the cabin, the girl stared at her with a terse glance. "Is it just me or the first years are getting larger each year." She asked.
The groups stopped and looked over in Morgan's direction with a curious look.
"Oh she's not a first year-" Fred said
"-That's Morgana" George interjected.
"She's from America" they finished in unison.
"You know her?" The haughty blonde asked.
"Morgana and the Weasley twins go wayyy back." Fred said
"Aren't we cool enough to have foreign friends?" George added.
"I met them in Diagon Alley yesterday." Morgan said finally speaking up.
"She friends with Wood." The twins told them.
"You know Oliver?" The blonde asked her expression suddenly blank.
"We're neighbors. His family lives next door."
"Wow, what a small world." She said her tone sickly sweet.
The blonde with the bob stepped forward and held her hand out for a quick shake with a big smile "I'm Alice Cargill."
"Lucinda Finnegan but everyone just calls me Lucy" Freckles said with a friendly smile, an Irish accent and a quick wave.
"I'm Eudora Lenore, pleasure." The haughty blonde offered up after a small pause.
"Morgana, but just call me Morgan." She said with a meek smile feeling. Eudora's tone made her feel like she was intruding.
"We're all Gryffindors." Alice explained taking the seat next to Morgan. "We're 6th years, those trouble makers are 5th years." She said pointing to the twins.
"Us?"
"Trouble?"
"Never" they finished in unison again.
"Just make sure you're not around when they pull their pranks. You either get detention or become collateral damage."
"They burnt off most of my hair on the train home last year." Lucy said self-consciously, petting the short hair that remained.
"It's grown-in wonderfully. I almost like it better short than long." Alice complimented kindly.
"Thanks. It took a while to grow back because the hex prevented growth charms but it's finally long enough to style again."
Her hair was so short, Morgan wondered just how much hair she'd been left with after the twins pranks but didn't dare ask.
"So you're an American?"
"Ya're accent is really strange." Lucy commented bluntly with her own irish brogue. "I bet ya'll be in Gryffindor with us. American's are known for being brave and bold."
"Well she certainly wouldn't be sorted into Ravenclaw." Eudora said with a scoff. Morgan was about to stand up for herself when Alice cut in.
"Dora!"
"What its true American school's aren't half as good as Hogwarts."
"Even if it is, that was kind of rude." Alice chided in a low whisper.
The blonde girl rolled her eyes and mumbled an apology.
"What house do you think you'll be in?"
Morgan shrugged. "I've no idea. As long as I'm not in Slytherin. I hear they're not the nicest." She also didn't want to get Wood the satisfaction of being right.
"Ambitious, cut-throat, and greedy blighters." George said.
"Slytherins are hated by everyone at school."
"They cheat at everything!"
The group continued to give Morgan the third degree until a trolley cart came around with various desserts. To pass the time, Morgan had taught her compartment a Muggle game called 'Never Have I Ever' that was quite common at her old school. Every person on the circle had a turn saying something they had never done, if anyone else had done it they were forced to dip into the collective pile of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans for a dangerous selection. So far the gross consumption of flavors had included dirt, turnip, earwax, toenail, and barf. Eudora refused to play, but luckily was called away for prefects meeting before she could sour the game for the rest of the group.
"Never have I ever…lived in America." Said Fred (or was it George, Morgan still wasn't quite sure).
"Hey!" Morgan cried indignantly at being singled out, "You're just bitter cause you got the barf flavored on my turn!"
"How 'bout a lovely green one?" Alice suggested offering one that looked quite possible to be 'boogie flavored' as Fred George had called it. Morgan grimaced and reached out for it, but missed it as suddenly as the train lurched to a full stop, launching her on to the floor.
The lights flickered mysteriously and then went out. From her place on the floor, she noticed the air becoming colder, as her breath became visible in the frigid air. A boy with blonde hair ran into their compartment and shut the door cowering near the center of the room. Before anyone could ask him why he was there, a slow movement of black rustled outside of the compartment. A tall figure appeared at the glass, floating slowly, it gradually slid back the door of the compartment. Morgan felt as if her soul was being sucked from her as her body became frozen and immobile. Her eyes fixated upon the creature as she started to hear voices from the past whipping past her ears. Images flew in front of her eyes as Morgan relieved the feelings of her worst moments and over and over in her mind. Morgan knew she wasn't having a panic attack. This felt different. A bleakness prevailed in the air making her feel completely numb. She felt weak and depressed. Finally at last the black figure moved on and she blinked in disbelief as the lights slowly turned back on and the warmth flooded back in.
"What in Merlin's beard was that?" someone whispered. Recovering from her shock Morgan looked up to see a blond boy shaking in front of the door, visible shaken.
"Malfoy? What the bloody hell are doing in our compartment?"
"Is the poor little death eater afraid?" George and Fred teased at the boy.
Morgan was about to cut in and defend the younger boy when Malfoy's face turned into an ugly scowl. "I'm not at all afraid Weasley, though I am surprised your mother managed to clothe you this year," the boy mocked hatefully.
George faked a move towards him and he scattered.
"Not nearly as brave without his two goons about, eh?"
"Don't worry we'll take care of that little blighter later."
As the red heads continued to fume in corner Alice finally said something breaking the silence. "Crikey, was that a bleeding dementor?"
"…Reckon it must a been looking for Black."
"What did he do anyways" Morgan asked earning her stares of disbelief.
"You don't know about Black? Sirius Black? He's the most wanted man in Britain, broke out of Azkaban 3 months ago, they been looking for him ever since."
"I've heard he escaped but why would those things be on the train looking for him? The last place I'm sure a criminal would hide is in a moving train full of curious teenagers. Black would stick out like a sore thumb."
"They searched 'cause of Harry I reckon." At her confused glance Alice continued ."You know Harry…Harry Potter."
"He exists!? I thought that was just a story that everyone in the States just exaggerated."
"No, he's actually best mates with these two fools younger brother Ron." Alice said cocking her head towards the twins.
"Can't quite understand why exactly." Fred commented.
A few seconds later a ragged looking adult male slid open the compartment causing everyone to simultaneously jump. "Is everyone alright in here?" They all nodded. "Good sit tight, the train will being moving again soon," He was gone as quick as he had come.
"Who was that?" asked Lucy asked curiously.
"No idea, I'm guessing the new Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher."
"Did the other one retire?"
"Not exactly…"Alice trailed off hesitant to explain.
"A memory charm backfired on and he went completely nuts. He's locked up in St. Mungo's now." Lucy recounted without reserve. Not worried at all about what Morgan would think. "But Lockhart was only at Hogwarts for a year anyways."
"A frightfully long one in my opinion." Eudora stated blandly.
"The school never keeps teachers very long for the job." Lucy continued. "Every knows the position is jinxed."
"I heard that Snape's the one who jinxed it."
"Don't believe everything you hear George." Alice warned rolling her eyes. "Snape's the potions professor at Hogwarts," she explained to Morgan.
"Everybody knows that Snape wants the job,"
"Fred, he's a teacher,"
"So Snape was a Death Eater…"
"You can't say things like that!" Alice said gravely before turning to Morgan "That's just a rumor. Don't think anything of it."
"My da works at the Ministry. Snape was there when you-know-who was around." George kept going.
"Look if Dumbledore trusts him there's nothing ta fear." Lucy said reassuringly
" Sure…" Said Fred dropping the subject. It was clear to her at that point that Morgan's year was definitely going to be anything but normal at Hogwarts.
It was dusk by the time the train entered the station. Unlike all the students her age, the staff forced Morgan to travel awkwardly with the first years across the Black Lake in the boats. She felt like an oversized giant compared to the giggly masses of nervous first years. Miserable, she sat silently next to the gamekeeper named Hagrid. He was very amiable and kind, once she got over her being intimidated by his size.
Though it pained Morgan to admit it, Wood had been right. The castle was an impressive sight, all lit up against the starry Scottish sky. Morgan had never expected the castle to be so large and opulent. It was even more impressive when she considered how hard it would be to keep such a monstrous building a secret from the Muggle world.
Upon their descent from the boats, they were ushered into a large staircase with the rest of the new students. The first years had the good sense to quiet down as anxiety struck them. Morgan blundered in front, in stunned silence as she took in the surroundings. Hogwarts was like something out of a movie.
An aging women in emerald-green robes and a stern look came gliding into the corridor and demanded their attention. "Welcome to Hogwarts." She said flatly in a shrill Scottish accent. "I am professor McGonagall. Now in a few moments you will go through these doors and join your class mates, but before you take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now why you are here your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup. The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily."
She glided out without another word, the grand doors sealing shut behind her. The first years talked excitedly about their hopes for houses as Morgan stared anxiously at the doors. She felt ridiculous standing next to all these tiny eleven year olds. When the doors opened she had no choice but to shuffle in with them.
Inside the doors, hundreds of students were sitting around four distinct long table under dozens of floating candles and a sky that mirrored the outdoors. She spotted the students from the train at a particularly long table farthest left from the door. Lucy waved eagerly flashing her a smile. That must be Gryffindor. She saw various colors and distinctions at each table but she wondered how they were supposed to know which table to sit at after they were sorted. The professor walked down the center aisle and Morgan instantly felt curious glances upon her as she walked forward.
"Who's that?"
"That's the largest first year I've ever seen."
"She was on the train, I hear she's a transfer from America. I hear they have to hold her back."
"Americans are so ignorant."
Morgan followed her father's advice and kept her head up and straight as snickers and sneers followed.
The headmaster stood up and said a few words but Morgan hardly registered them as she struggled to maintain a stoic face. Finally the sorting began. The stern professor held up a parchment with a list of names. Morgan hoped that as a transfer student that her name might be called first but she had no such luck. Finally after half the students were gone, Morgan was finally able to walk up to the hat.
A loud roar of whispers and laughter sounded off the stone walls. Morgan gritted her teeth in humiliation but simply clenched her fists and ascended to sit upon the rugged old stool.
The professor then placed the fraying hat on top of her hat. Excellent mind, but unfocused. Lot of fight in you. Where to put you. Where to put you.The hat pondered the question silently.. I know.. better be GRYFFINDOR!
Loud clapping came from the table and she smiled as she saw Alice wave her over. As she walked over to her table her smiled dimmed slightly as she passed none other than Oliver Wood at her table next to Eudora and a Weasley twin. "Quidditch tyrant." Morgan muttered under her breath, acknowledging him with a nod. Wood simply tried to look indifferent as she kept walking past him.
"So…Oliver Wood's a Gryffindor?" She asked Lucy incredulously as she sat down at the far end of the hall.
"I thought you said you were friends?" Lucy looked at her curiously before continuing. "Yeah, he's a year ahead of us, leads the house team. He's smashing isn't he?"
"Yea a real peach." Morgan said looking quizzically at the back of his head as the hall once again broke into applause for the next student.
The feast was unlike anything Morgan had ever seen. The golden plates and goblets magically filled with delicious food. Show boaty but impressive. All throughout dinner she was peppered with questions from people surrounding her. Who was she, what year she was in. she could see the information filtering down the line like a telephone. Hogwarts clearly wasn't a place for secrets. The feast lasted several hours as teachers, classmates, and house ghosts introduced themselves to the newcomers.
After all the overindulging, Morgan was ready for a bed, no longer interested in answering questions about herself. No sooner than she thought this when Dumbledore mentioned for them to go to their dorms. As the reached a large stairwell, full of moving staircases, all at once people began to diverge in four separate lines. "Why is everyone going in different directions?" Morgan asked a Weasley twin.
"Nobody knows where the other houses are. They're all hidden so no one from another house knows. On top of that each house common room has a password. It changes week to week so make sure you stay on top of it."
"Wow, why all the secrecy? Afraid a Ravenclaw is going to murder you in your sleep?" Morgan joked.
"A Slytherin perhaps, rotten lot" The twin replied, "There's a lot of inter-house rivalry especially surrounding the house cup. I'm sure McGonagall mentioned, at Hogwarts your house is like your family. Most people don't make many good friends outside their houses."
Morgan nodded in amazement, staring up in at the mystique that seemed to surround the castle.
"Reid watch out!" A gruff voice ordered from behind.A firm hand caught her waist as her foot went clear through the floor.
Morgan fell backwards on to her savior as she looked down to see the step had disappeared. Her heart was beating erratically. "Seriously, what was that?"
"The stairs are constantly changing, sometimes the steps even vanish, ye have ta be wary."Oliver stated from behind her identifying himself. His hand was still holding her petite frame against him. Morgan became aware of the solid weight of his chest touching her back. When he was sure she was stable his hands left her waist quickly.
"Thanks" Morgan muttered to Wood, her eyes avoiding him.
"Seems I always show up right at the opportune moment ta save yer arse Reid." Oliver said smugly. Morgan quickly hopped up over the missing stair away from him without responding. With a new uneasiness she gripped the rail as she kept moving upward.
"Don't worry you'll get used to it" Another twin said noticing her nervousness
"Thanks" She muttered back at Oliver avoiding his glance as she jumped the step.
As they reached the top of the stairs, the crowd began to come to a stop in front of a picture of a portly Grecian lady.
"Fortuna Major" proclaimed a tall red-haired boy in front. He had a shiny badge on the front of his robes and talked in a firm manner.
"Who's that?" Morgan asked.
"That's Big Head." A twin answered.
"What?"
"He means Percy, he's their brother." Oliver chimed in, "he's Head Boy this year."
"What's a Head Boy?"
"A dictator apparently" Fred responded.
"So you have another brother besides Ron? How big is your family?"
"You don't know the half of it" Alice said coming up behind them with Lucy.
"Literally," George explained. "You've only heard about half the family we've got two more older brothers and a sister."
"Your mother must be a saint." Was all Morgan said as she walked into the cozy common room of Gryffindor tower. The mysticism and secrets gave the castle a much more mysterious edge than her last school and Morgan was left feeling overwhelmed and in love all at once. Alice led her through the warm room of red and gold colored furniture towards a set of two staircases.
"That's the boy's dormitories to the left," She clarified pointing to the right, "I wouldn't suggest going up there. It's completely insane. Beatrice Brinon went up to ask her brother something last year and came back with a tail and no memory of even going up. It's safer not to take chances." Alice stated seriously before leading her up the right stairwell. They walked up a few flights of the curved stone stairwell almost to the the top of the tower.
"Essentially every other floor is a girl floor with a bathroom in between. We upper years hold the prime real estate for dorms because we're the few girls room that have windows." Morgan nodded wordlessly, still in taking in her surroundings. She'd never lived in a castle before and was held in silent in wonder as they entered a circular room with the number 6 on it.
There were six large four-poster beds arranged around a center wood stove. Each scarlet clad bed had its own cupboard, mirror and trunk at the end of the bed.
"So this is it, home away from home." Alice said as she walked over to her bed, she looked around curiously. "hmm…Looks like the rooms been enlarged to fit a 6th bed."
Morgan looked for her belongs and saw her trunks were already set out in front of a bed across the room waiting for her
A girl with auburn hair in the bed next to her was setting out pot of flowers. With a flick of her wand the plants shot up wrapping themselves around the bed poles. The girl caught Morgan looking. "You don't have allergies to scurvy-grass do you?" Garbled the girl with a rough welsh accent. Morgan shook her head no as the girl came forward to shake her hand.
"Good. Name's Melinda Dywer, Mindy for short." Mindy was a frumpy tall girl with big hazel doe eyes and pale skin. She smiled genuinely shaking her hand before returning to unpacking her trunk.
To the left of Morgan's bed Lucinda Finnigan, whom she'd meet on the train was hanging up a Kennare Kestrals poster on her wall. Her Hogwarts skirt was rolled up to make it shorter, and her white shirt was unbuttoned to give a little cleavage, it was clear of all the girls, Lucy might be the wild child of the bunch.
A fourth girl entered the room and Lucy called over to her to her bed. "Oi Altheda, ya weren't at dinner! Where'd ya go? Ya didn't get ta meet the transfer student. That's Morgan Reid over there."
"I had to send a letter to Rajiv to let him know I'd arrived," Altheda Prashad was a meek, sweet looking girl, with long straight black hair and light green eyes.
"Your boyfriend?" Morgan asked as she came over to meet her.
"No her fiancée." Lucy intersected with a cynical tone. "Blimey, he doesn't need to know what you're doing every second of the day."
"Luce lighten up" Alice warned.
"I just don't get this arranged marriage thing. It's so archaic."
"Hey! You're not the one getting married. She is." Alice countered. "As long as Altheda's happy, can't we be happy for her?"
"Honestly, Rajiv will make a wonderful husband, I'm fortune to have such a great match," was all Altheda said warmly as she wandered back to the common room to finish her game of chess.
"She's been brainwashed." Lucy said as she rolled her eyes and went back to hanging posters of Boys II Men on her wall.
"You like muggle music?" Morgan asked surprised.
"Course, no offense but wizard music is right shit. My da's a muggle and I conned him to buy me a boom box last Christmas. I'd literally die without it."
"Believe me, we've noticed. She never turns it off!" Mindy griped in the corner. "Even though it's terrible for my plant life!"
"Nothing wrong with a little cross-cultural distribution of knowledge, Mins." Lucy winked at Morgan. "We've got to have some fun. It's a school not a prison."
"So, how do you plug it in? I haven't seen a single jack in this entire castle."
"Oh there's no electricity, I've got a term's supply of batteries" Lucy said waving a giant box around before throwing it under the bed. "And a special spell that allows it to work."
"I don't know if you like Mariah Carey but just got her CD's for my birthday last year from my mom, I'm not really into the bubblegum stuff, if you want it, it's totally yours."
"No Way! I LOVE Mariah. She's dead brilliant! Please tell me you brought it?"
"No but I'll send an owl to my grandfather tomorrow and have him send it-"
"YES! Finally another muggle lover around! This is going ta be the best year yet!" Lucy squealed jumping on her bed.
"Calm down, before one of the prefects comes up here." Said a new voice. Eudora Lenore came stalking through the room with her fluffy British short hair snuggled in her arms.
"You are a prefect." Alice pointed out.
Stalking over to her bed Eudora ignored her, placing the cat on a gold satin pillow by the bed. "Here you go Monty." Eudora offering the cat a slice of turkey she'd saved from dinner in a small crystal bowl.
Morgan wandered back towards her bed and opened her trunks. She took out her textbooks and started arranging them inside her cupboard.
Mindy left the room to go take a shower and Lucy fell like a stone onto the bed and rolled over looking next to her at "Soooo Alli." Lucy crooned at Alice who was busy putting up some of her photography pieces above her bed . "When are we going ta sneak out ta meet the boys?"
"Lee said not until round 930 when the common room starts to thin out." Alice responded blandly before turning around and looking at Morgan. "D'ya want to come? Some of the kids from 5th and 6th, getting together for a welcome back party."
Suddenly, Eudora snapped her head up and gave Alice a look.
"Umm…I don't know if she's invited." Eudora said in a sickly sweet tone. "I mean it's a welcome BACK party. She's new and it's kind of just supposed to be for the gang. If not wouldn't we just invite everyone?"
Lucy pooh-poohed her with a wave of her hand. "Who cares? How else is she going ta meet everyone? It's the perfect opportunity-"
"It's fine." Morgan budded in. "I'm beat from the whole trip here. You guys go on ahead." She lied. Eudora was making it clear that she was not welcome. Morgan had no desire to get in the way of the girls first day back. Eudora was right she was new. It was understandable that they wouldn't want her following them around.
"Are you sure? It's really not that big a deal." Alice asked kindly.
"Yeah, no worries. I want to organize all my stuff anyways."
"Fine suit yourself." Lucy said. "Eudora will ya help me rinse my hair with this potion? I'm determined ta get my hair at least down ta my ears before Halloween. Some Ravenclaw said this might be able to get around the hex."
The two girls wandered up a floor to the girl's lavatory while Morgan and the rest of the room continued unpacking.
A few minutes later Morgan shuffled up the stairs to brush her teeth. She halted when she heard her name being whispered over by the showers.
"I can't believe you both asked her to come with us." Eudora's voice reverberated off the walls over a steady stream of water. Morgan's breath hitched as stepped slowly behind the wall separating the showers and the toilets, straining to their conversation.
"Why? Seriously you're making a big deal out of nothing."
"We don't know anything about her. My cousin spent a few terms at Salem while my uncle worked as an ambassador. She said all the girls were easy and slept around."
"-Morgan hardly really seem like that at-" Lucy tried to interject.
"She spent the whole train ride talking to Fred and George."
"Cause they're friendly! Sod it, Dora she's new. Can't ya be a little nice to her?" Lucy scolded.
"I would just be careful whom you're friends with. Oliver told me at dinner that she lives with her grandfather even though she has a mother back in the states. She must have done something awful to get kicked out." Eudora warned in a snooty voice.
"Ya think she was expelled from her last school?"
"That or something worse. Why else would her own parents send her away? I told you, you should be careful who you surround yourself with."
Two chattering seventh years entered the communal bathroom at exactly that moment and Morgan was unable to hear anything else.
Morgan gripped her toothbrush tighter feeling anger biting on her tongue. Nervously frozen, she fingered her father's amulet hesitantly. She felt tempted to confront Eudora but thought better of it.
Keep your head up, elbows in, and your eyes straight ahead. Don't look down, don't look behind ye, and don't worry about what everyone else is doing. Just keep flying.
Morgan took a deep breath straightening her head assertively before moving to the sink. She put toothpaste on her brush and began aggressively cleaning her teeth. If she confronted Eudora it would only make her look worse. Morgan wasn't going to bother playing her petty games. You can't lose if you don't play the game. She'd squash the rumor soon enough and that would take Eudora's legitimacy down a peg. Then all there was left to do would be to kill her annoying neighbor for opening his big square quidditch loving mouth. Morgan spat out the white foam venomously before walking back to the dormitory.
Changing wordlessly into sweats and a Salem Witches t-shirt Morgan spent the rest of the evening with her discman. Blaring out the real world Morgan took out her few prized possessions and placed them on top of her cabinet; Grandmother Morvyn's journal with a picture of her family hidden in between the pages, her CD case, a homemade quilt made by her American grandmother, and finally a stash of her brother's favorite salt water taffy. Morgan packed her bag for school the next morning and waited for the three girls to sneak out before she crawled in to her four-poster bed. Pulling the giant duvet cover over her head she felt grateful the day was finally over.
Morgan faded out of consciousness listening to the words of Tupac thumping out of her headphones.
Don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up / Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up.
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Lyrics from Keep Ya Head Up - Tupac.