Author's Note: Everything is J.K. Rowling's, much love and credit to her. Most of the characterizations are based off of ones established by some amazing writers who've been in various HP RPGs with me as time has gone on, and seeing as how almost everyone mentioned in this story was a minor character in the book, I want to give props to the folks who solidified the characters in my head. So... here are your props. Put them back on the table when you're done with them, or the stage manager will kick your butt. Most of this is built off of the canon established in my first game ever, with a few dates switched around, And... yes. That's all she wrote.
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What's In A Name?
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Megan had always had a strange fascination with names. Honestly though, she blamed this on the fact that her own name was the most boring and simple name ever to exist. Megan Jones. She didn't even have a middle name. Ten letters, five per word, that was supposed to make up the whole of her entity. And if that was the case, she had a really boring entity.
Of course, she couldn't really blame her mum for giving her an overly common name. Not when she'd gone through her childhood being named Hestia. "Your grandmum had a strange sense of Greek mythologically tilted humor," Hestia would answer her daughter when she would ask why Grandmum and Grandpa Clark gave her her name, and that would be the end of that. Hestia probably enjoyed the name Megan for the simple fact that it was simple, which was probably the same reason Megan loved really odd names like Zoey and Xelda.
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"Who spells Zelda with an X?" Susan asked Megan skeptically, reading over Megan's shoulder as she scribbled down another word out of her book, adding it to the ever-growing list on her piece of parchment.
"And who buys a baby name book unless they're planning on having a kid sometime in the near future?" Hannah asked as well, having caught a glimpse of the cover of Megan's choice of reading material. "Am I going to be an aunt soon!" she gasped jokingly, flopping down onto the foot of Megan's bed and craing around so that she could read as well.
"Only if I end up carrying the next Jesus baby," Megan answered with a laugh as she flipped her red hair out of her face and turned the page, wrinkling her nose as she read the name on the top. "Yacelia? Nah, too forced," she decided.
"The Princess of Jubitsu?" Susan asked curiously, reading the definition of another name further down on page 325. "What's a Jubitsu?"
"Isn't that a kind of dog?" Sally-Ann suggested from the doorway as she made her way inside, tossing her Potions textbook onto her bed and joining the group crowded around Megan's.
"That's a shitzu. I'm not sure what a Jubitsu is," Hannah answered knowledgably, her Aunt Julia having had one of those dogs when she was little. She'd never be able to forget that dog, it having had a strange taste for her Barbie dolls. There was nothing like finding Doctor Barbie's head in the dog dish to officially cause a tiny little dog to terrify a girl forever. "And that still doesn't explain the book, Meg."
"It's for our Muggle Studies project," Megan explained, folding the piece of paper she'd been jotting down her favorite names on and sliding it inside the book to mark her place before dropping it onto the floor and turning towards Hannah. "I guess that when muggles are in secondary school, they do this thing where they're supposed to raise an egg for a week, name it and everything, and then it... becomes a chicken or something," Megan assumed. Professor Penrose hadn't explained all of the details yet. "And then if it doesn't hatch right, then it's supposed to mean you'll be a bad parent when you're older. I think."
"It doesn't turn into a chicken, you dip," Shannon laughed at Megan, having been listening in on their conversation from her own bed, where she'd been working on her Arithmancy homework. "My sister Quinn did this last year at her school. You just need to keep the egg from getting cracked."
"Cracked like insane?" Sally asked, her jaw gaping. Muggles apparently had very dangerous eggs.
"No, cracked like cracked, you doof."
"Oh."
"Well anyway, Zacharias and I got paired up for this, and he said that I could name it as long as he doesn't hate the name with a fiery passion," Megan finished her story as soon as Shannon and Sally quit yammering. "So I asked mum to owl me this thing so that I could "peruse my options"," she finished proudly, satisfied with herself for using big words.
"OooOooo, you and Zaaaaach?" Hannah nudged her roommate. Susan looked up confusedly, feeling as though she'd missed something. Megan liked Zacharias? Since when? Didn't she like Justin? Why did no one tell her these things?
Megan clearly had missed the something that Hannah was on about as well. "What is this "Oooo" thing? There is no "Oooo"."
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much..." Hannah smirked, crossing her arms and looking at Megan as though her secret was out.
Megan, however, just thought that Hannah was off her nut. Where in the world was she getting this? "Come off it, Hannah, there's no "Oooo"! Besides, I'm pretty sure he's still ticked at me for getting Quidditch captain over him."
"Alas, my only love sprung from my only hate!"
"WILL YOU STOP QUOTING SHAKESPEARE? Besides, that one doesn't even make sense!" Megan whined at the blonde pigtailed prefect, feeling herself blushing and knowing before long her face was going to be just as red as her hair. "And whatever Hannah, I'm telling Ernie you like Justin."
"You wouldn't DARE... I mean no I don't shut up," Hannah sputtered. Susan just looked relieved by this turn of events. It was Hannah who liked Justin secretly, not Megan. She knew that. Okay. She wasn't being left out of things after all.
"Did you know that there's an undercover agency in Tibet that has started filling chicken eggs with Dyslexidapia? They inject it right into the shell. Makes folks go all wonky in the head. It's some sort of government ploy to keep folks distracted, a scare tactic and all that," Sally explained seriously, liking the topic much better when it had just been eggs, rather than relationships. The rest of the 7th year Hufflepuffs pretty much rolled their eyes in unison, knowing that once Sally got onto her government conspiracies subject, it was hard to get her to stop.
"Well. That is certainly not egg-cellent," Megan giggled, then pushed her way between Susan and Hannah to hop off her bed to her feet. "But if you'll excuse me, I have a very egg-citing Quidditch practice to get to." And with the aide of a few bad puns, Megan scooted out the door of their room, happy to escape the potential for that conversation to go on any longer.
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Author's Notes: So I feel a bit silly about throwing an author's note in here now, because I'm working on typing up chapter as soon as I post this jazz. Still though, reviews make me happy, so this is my moment of asking you to humor me.