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What We Do
"I'm worried about you, Morag."
"Why is that?"
"Because... because of the Yule Ball," Padma admitted. "You just broke up with that idiot... do you think it's okay for you to... to get involved with someone so soon?"
Padma thought Morag was so pretty, with her graceful height and clever eyes. She was one of her best friends - she was sure to think that Morag was everything men were searching for.
"Don't lie to me." Padma had done wrong to underestimate her friend. Morag wore a faint blush. "You're worried because I snogged Nott at the Ball."
She couldn't hide it - she thought that Theodore Nott was the worst possible person for Morag. Yet, Morag was claiming that she actually had fun when Nott asked her to dance out of nowhere.
Then again, Padma was sure that Nott wasn't above casting an Imperius curse on Morag. It was like him to manipulate such a charming girl into thinking he was just fantastic. It almost scared her that she couldn't tell, but she knew she was just being paranoid.
"It's Theodore Nott," she finally admitted. "You've seen what he's capable of. I mean, even in the best case scenario, he's using you."
"Better case scenario, I'm using him as well." Morag declared triumphantly. "He's not a good person, Padma. I'm not easily fooled. But he was entertaining enough." She raised an eyebrow. "Certainly more entertaining than Ronald Weasley."
It was Padma's turn to blush when she was reminded of her very own disastrous date.
"Oh, hush."
"I'm sorry, I was just joking around."
"No, it's okay." She didn't want to let Morag know that she was slightly upset at the change of topic, but Morag always read her too well for her comfort. "Well, Weasley isn't that bad either..."
"I guess he isn't... he's just one big childish goofball. But you could get better."
"And you could get better than Nott."
"Then I guess, my dear friend, it's time for us to let each other make mistakes." Morag's eyes twinkled in excitement, in an expression Padma knew too well.
"Alright, alright. But if you get cursed in the attempt..."
"Then it would be a fine experience." Morag giggled. "We're Ravenclaws, are we not? This is what Ravenclaws do."
"Ravenclaws act intelligently."
"Ravenclaws crave experiences, are open-minded and love learning new things. Padma," Morag's tone softened, "you don't need to worry about me."
Padma returned the smile with genuine affection.
"This is what friends do, Morag."
