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CHAPTER FIVE
SET IN MOTION
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THE FATED NIGHT ARRIVED WHEN MORGAN LEE – HAIR FLOWING DOWN AND A STOIC GLARE ON HER FACE – ENTERED THE CLASSROOM WHERE DETENTION WAS HELD, HOLDING IN A GROAN WHEN SHE REALIZED THAT IT WAS JUST HER AND THE MARAUDERS. Of course fate hated her enough to not even have another person in there when she was doomed to spend an hour of her life with the revered troublemakers. Well, beloved with the other houses, and hated in Slytherin.
Morgan didn't spare them a glare, and wondered why the hell they were early when she knew that they were chronically late to every class. It was a wonder why they even went to class sometimes when they got in so late, but to each their own. It wasn't like Morgan cared even to ever ask them about it.
She took a seat far away from them and leaned her head against her hand with her elbow firmly pressed into the desk. It hadn't even started and she was already bored out of her mind and contemplating the pro's and con's of dying. Pro: she wouldn't be here. Con: she couldn't become a Potions Master.
And it wasn't like Morgan had never gotten detention before. She was no stranger to the long hour of sitting quietly or cleaning up a classroom, whatever pleased the professor, but it just seemed so much worse when she was stuck with the likes of Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew. Really, how could no one else have gotten detention and save her from them?
The Marauders were jumbled together, whispering among themselves, sometimes looking her way but she didn't look back at them. She was mad at them, sure, but she wasn't one for revenge – and no, sabotaging her aunt's marriage wasn't revenge, it was her being a hero.
Eventually, Professor Binns, who was overlooking detention, slipped out of the room and suddenly the Marauders weren't all together because Remus Lupin, for whatever reason, was coming up to sit beside her. "Hi," he broke the silence, a bit awkward and out of place.
Morgan did her best to send him her best uninterested look. "Hi?" she said, her tone more along the lines of a question because she really didn't know why they still wanted to talk to her.
Remus cleared his throat. "So," he started, "I know we didn't exactly start on the right hand –"
She snorted, cutting him off. "That's one way to say it."
The boy shuffled, clearly uncomfortable, looking back at his friends who nodded for him to continue. "Right, yeah, well – well, we just – we want to apologize. Demanding that you apologize to us was wrong and we realize that now."
She huffed out a bit of laughter, lips twitching upward for a second. "Oh yeah? Who beat that common sense into you? Couldn't have just been yourselves," she teased, because the Marauders never apologized. They were self-righteous and believed that everything they did was right. They were the we can do no wrong of Gryffindor, like the blood purists were in Slytherin.
