ALL A L O N E - - - morgan

[fitzwilliam]

Despite being done with his Prefect duties Fitzwilliam sat in a comfy, plush chair near the fire place in the Gryffindor Common Room reading a classic, Hamlet. He was well aware it seemed odd, something that a Ravenclaw might do but not a Gryffindor. But then again many thought Ravenclaw suited Fitzwilliam more than Gryffindor. As William continued to reread the same line, again and again, a soft sigh escaped the dark haired boy as he closed his book tightly. Instead of leaving the surprisingly loud room for his dorm, Will stayed put.

It seemed like a more pleasant thing to do for his roommates, but on top of that the common room was more appealing. It had various people rushing about finishing assignments, chatting away about the recent events, and even some were napping. Though he was not conversing with anyone, it eased the pain on his mind, despite the constant chatter of what had happened to his twin, Frankie Thomas. It made him internally cringe as he saw various people look his way with pity on their face, but it was nicer than being alone.

Something that popped into his mind was the loneliness he felt often nowadays. Erinn was in complete denial and had turned into a crazy girl, even more so, while Frankie turned into a cold heartless person. Despite the fact he still had Oliver and Summer, he felt alone. He hated it. It was a gut-wrenching feeling. But that was not the worst part for him, the worst was that he could have done something to ease Frankie’s pain which would have prevented Erinn from doing all the crazy crap she had recently decided to do.

Shaking his head, William murmured to himself, Calm down Fitzwilliam, you need to chill out… Everyone needs you to be stronger than this... All of the pain he felt had been repressed. Though he was well aware of the unhealthy aspects of repressing his emotions Will could not help it. He felt an unmeasurable amount of guilt that made him feel that the least he could do was stay the stronger one. The one who could provide some words of wisdom. As soon as the words left his lips, Fitzwilliam opened his book and began to reread again, which was his attempt to block out everything and everyone while easing the pain at the same time.

[morgan leigh aldridge]

Morgan Aldridge sat on her bed with parchment and a quill in her lap. She picked up the quill and dipped it into the ink beside her. Tapping it on the lip of the bottle three times before bringing the nib to the parchment, she was careful not to let any of it drip onto the sheets of her bed. Her To Do list today had been quite extensive, as usual, but she only had three things that were unfinished and they were: her charms assignment, to write the letter to her brother and work with Wolfie on his speech. They young Gryffindor had a stutter and Morgan had been working with him for a while, months now, with only a slight improvement. She had him reading stories to her and speaking slowly to concentrate on what he was saying. The girl usually met with him after dinner in the common room by the fire. It wasn't too loud at that time because most of the students wandered around the corridors with their friends or returned to their dorms to prepare for bed.

As for the letter to Marcus, it was a special request. There was something that she wanted him to do for her, a favor. One of her fellow Gryffindors, a younger student, fifth year to be exact, still believed in Santa Claus. It seemed a bit odd to her, but nonetheless, it was cute and innocent, two things that should be kept at that age. Morgan's fantasies had been crushed at a young age due to her twin sister, Megan, who spoiled it for her. They must have been three or four when reality struck. Morgan tried to keep her hopes up that the man was real for a few more years, but Megan just wouldn't allow it. Putting her own family aside for a moment, she couldn't stand seeing such a vibrant young girl be disappointed like that. With all that she had been through over the past few months, the kid deserved some magic. She couldn't allow someone so golden to be tainted even more by the spoilers around her. The poor child was already being pointed in the wrong direction by Nika Krum, or maybe it was the right path. Morgan certainly didn't approve of relationships at such a young age, but maybe it was good for her, someone was there to keep her mind off of all the things happening around her. Morgan believed that both Erinn and Nika were good kids deep down, but reality hadn't struck them just yet.

Back to the letter...earlier that week, Erinn had been telling Morgan about how busy she was wrapping presents and decorating the Shrieking Shack for Christmas. It was a cute idea until she had told her that she was expecting Santa to stay for dinner. Morgan couldn't watch the girl be disappointed on top of all the other emotions floating around inside of her about her family, so she was asking Marcus to dress up as Santa and show up at the Shrieking Shack to have dinner with the fifth year. It was quite simple. Honestly, she wasn't sure if he'd accept or decline her request, but maybe he would do it for the sake of the fifth year, to make her Christmas more special than the rest.

Once she finished writing the letter, she folded it and sealed it in an envelope, then neatly put the remaining parchment, ink and quill away. Morgan walked out of the girl's dorms and into the common room with the aim of her final destination being the Owlry so she could send the letter to Hogsmeade, but she was delayed. The girl saw a familiar face slouching on the couch in front of the fire. Will Thomas, Erinn's oldest brother and her new boyfriend. Morgan slipped the letter in her back pocket and walked over to him. "Hey Will," she said in a soft voice, "You look a bit stressed." She pointed out the obvious. With Frankie's miscarriage, who around here wasn't stressed? The next thing she said had become an impulse to her, her first reaction to everything. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Morgan was constantly helping others, putting them before herself. It made her feel good to be doing something right when some of the people around her were doing wrong. It gave her a sense of accomplishment to see someone else's problems fade away due to her effort.

[fitzwilliam]

a soft familiar voice broke will’s concentration. it was a voice he adored and enjoyed, hence him asking her to become his girlfriend. it soothed the aching feeling, much more than the crazy chatter of the common room which could be seen with will slightly spontaneous embrace, i’m...fine. just fine. nothing to worry yourself over morgs. the hug lasted a few more minutes before he stepped away. but what he really wanted was to stay in it a little longer however various students had decided to stare making it bit uncomfortable.

the moment the embrace was broken fitzwilliam quickly attempted to change the direction of the conversation, something he rarely often did but this topic had become quite unbearable, so where are you headed? having not seen the letter, will was unaware. but what added more to the slight uncomfortable and awkward feeling was that now the faint chatter around the two were filled with ‘awws’ and ‘ohhhs’.

the mother of gryffindor and the father of gryffindor. who else would make a perfect couple? everyone else seemed to agree, instantly, which could be heard clearly through everyone’s giggles and chatter. running his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit fitzwilliam had, he awkwardly asked, uhh...mind if i hang out with you? sure, they were boyfriend and girlfriend. sure, he had dated before. but fitzwilliam still felt nervous. she was after all morgan leigh alridge.