Post by Morgan Monroe on Jan 10, 2005 0:37:22 GMT
It was Sunday, and everyone was back from the winter trip to Weinig Zug. Classes would start back soon but Morgan, though usually a girl who looked forward to the classroom was far from that mood now. Her trip had been fun, but she was wishing she had gone home instead, because she spent all her time on her own. Being on her own didn’t usually bother Morgan, she could entertain herself but she had wanted to try to make a few new friends on the trip, which had been her sole purpose for going. All she could think about was what she and her dad would have done; riding in the snow, and roasting marshmallows in the fireplace and going Christmas shopping. When Morgan went home, she spent some time with her mother, but the majority was dedicated to her dad who was her best friend in the world.
Morgan couldn’t remember when she had first become close with her father, he said it was from birth, from the first day he was allowed to hold her when she came out of the incubator. He told her she had looked at him with bright eyes and from that second he knew she would be his world, and he had been right. Her father, Lance, a muggle had done everything with her that he would have with a normal child, but Morgan was far from normal. He taught her to ride bicycles as well as horses, which was both her parents’ passion. He took her fishing when she was six and treated her like the fact that she was a girl was no endurance, as some parents seemed to think there were things that girls shouldn’t do. Lance had never shared that opinion, his little girl could do anything, if she could survive when everyone said she would die, then she could do what she put her mind to.
Morgan was a tomboy from the start, spending her play time with her male cousins when they visited; and that never changed. She did have any female friends, girls seemed not take to take her because she was a little more out there than most people, she wasn’t into boys in that way and she hardly acted like a typical girl. She was content to writing music and playing her guitar, or riding her horse, at school she wrote when she was alone and studied, and once in a while indulged in the occasional friendly quidditch game.
The school was cold still and Morgan was wearing the sweater her mum had sent her for a Christmas gift, amongst other things. She grabbed her guitar which was rested against the wall near her bed, some parchment and a quill with ink. She couldn’t stay in her room all day wishing she had gone home, so writing a few new songs to send to her dad sounded good. Morgan had discovered a while ago that the owlery was one of the quietest spots in Hogwarts, except the library, but you couldn’t exactly play the guitar in there. She left the Ravenclaw dormitories and took the stairs up to the owlery. She opened the door and found a spot to sit, right in the window. She rested her guitar on her knee and began to play a few chords trying to decide where she wanted to start. Soon after she had a first verse written and was going on to the next; writing was just like that for Morgan, it just flowed out of her.
An hour later Morgan had completed two songs and felt in the mood for some fun music, she began with a song by muggle singer Jewel, “Who will save your soul, after all the lies that you told,” she sang to the owls since there was no one else there. After that she went on to some Avril Lavigne.
Morgan couldn’t remember when she had first become close with her father, he said it was from birth, from the first day he was allowed to hold her when she came out of the incubator. He told her she had looked at him with bright eyes and from that second he knew she would be his world, and he had been right. Her father, Lance, a muggle had done everything with her that he would have with a normal child, but Morgan was far from normal. He taught her to ride bicycles as well as horses, which was both her parents’ passion. He took her fishing when she was six and treated her like the fact that she was a girl was no endurance, as some parents seemed to think there were things that girls shouldn’t do. Lance had never shared that opinion, his little girl could do anything, if she could survive when everyone said she would die, then she could do what she put her mind to.
Morgan was a tomboy from the start, spending her play time with her male cousins when they visited; and that never changed. She did have any female friends, girls seemed not take to take her because she was a little more out there than most people, she wasn’t into boys in that way and she hardly acted like a typical girl. She was content to writing music and playing her guitar, or riding her horse, at school she wrote when she was alone and studied, and once in a while indulged in the occasional friendly quidditch game.
The school was cold still and Morgan was wearing the sweater her mum had sent her for a Christmas gift, amongst other things. She grabbed her guitar which was rested against the wall near her bed, some parchment and a quill with ink. She couldn’t stay in her room all day wishing she had gone home, so writing a few new songs to send to her dad sounded good. Morgan had discovered a while ago that the owlery was one of the quietest spots in Hogwarts, except the library, but you couldn’t exactly play the guitar in there. She left the Ravenclaw dormitories and took the stairs up to the owlery. She opened the door and found a spot to sit, right in the window. She rested her guitar on her knee and began to play a few chords trying to decide where she wanted to start. Soon after she had a first verse written and was going on to the next; writing was just like that for Morgan, it just flowed out of her.
An hour later Morgan had completed two songs and felt in the mood for some fun music, she began with a song by muggle singer Jewel, “Who will save your soul, after all the lies that you told,” she sang to the owls since there was no one else there. After that she went on to some Avril Lavigne.
