Chasms of Copper

Chapter 8

[Edited]

Morgan

"Okay, wait wait wait, I've got one," Jane said, waving her hands to silence her friend as she did so.

Morgan smiled and rested her chin in her hands. She leaned forward. "Go on, then."

The redhead cleared her throat and cleared her face. A moment later, a dreamy look had eased its way onto her features. Faux sadness filled her eyes and colored her voice as she said the word, "Always."

Morgan pouted and shook her head. "That's an easy one! 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,' in Snape's memories." She cited, slightly bored. "You just had to pick a sad one, didn't you?"

Jane raised her hands in a defensive manner. "Don't look at me like that, you're the one who wanted to play this game."

"When I suggested this, I was not planning on guessing any sad references or quotes."

"Whatever, girlie," Jane used her fingers to comb her long wavy hair into a ponytail. "Anyways, it's your turn." 

Without missing a beat, Morgan recited the first reference that popped into her head. "'Much too good for children.'" She mimicked speaking with her mouth full.

Her redheaded friend threw her head back in laughter. "I thought you said 'no easy ones,'" she said, accusingly. 

"Okay, so I'm a hypocrite," Mo tucked her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ears. "You still haven't answered it, by the way."

"'Matilda,'" Jane answered, swiftly. "The movie, Mrs. Trunchbull says it while eating chocolate in front of her niece's face."

"Bingo!"

"Alright, my turn, again." Jane drummed her thin fingers on her chin, thinking hard. "Got it! 'Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon—!'" She had adopted a British accent.

"Are all your quotes gonna be from 'Harry Potter?'"

"Hey! Don't hate on my Potterheadedness. I am a Gryffindor and a member of the Weasley clan, after all." She daintily patted her ginger hair to convey her message.

"Don't do me dirty, like that. I love the Wizarding World, too. Fred and George are MY definition of 'Weasley is our King.' But I do love me some Draco Malfoy."

"Of course you would, you traitor."

"Whoa," Morgan chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, but the 'traitor' term is not one to describe me."

"You're right, that's Dolores Umbridge."

"No, it's Grace Blackthorn."

"I'm sorry, who?" Jane cocked her head in question.