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Alex Morrigan

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Oct 2 2017, 07:49 PM
Professor Morrigan sat silently at the front of the room waiting for his students to arrive. The room was set up as it normally was, the desks in neat rows stretching back away from his desk. The wall behind him was willed with clear, concise writing with information about, and directions on how to cast the Silencing Charm. His mind was racing back over innumerable conversations with his wife about how this was probably one of the best charms ever – especially when dealing with rambunctious students.

The joke was less funny to him now, but he couldn’t help but dwell on how many things like that he’d loved but thoroughly taken for granted. He didn’t even bother to look up as the kids finally filtered into the room. Whatever noise they might have been making as they waited for class to start went right over his head. Finally a small chime rang from his desk drawer and a surprised look crossed his face. He quickly looked into the drawer and nodded to himself before standing to address his students.

“Welcome back, we’re going to be covering the Silencing Charm today.”

“I dare say that it’s one that you’re going to get a lot of use out of during the course of your lives,” he added dryly, “so make sure that you pay attention.”

With that he started into the lesson – eager to be finished so that he could get back to the project that was waiting for him at his desk.
Sep 1 2017, 10:07 AM
Professor Morrigan was utterly lost in thought as he waited for class to start. The blackboard at the front of the room was covered in neat, precise script detailing information about the Featherweight Charm; how to cast it, as well as a great deal of information about who created it and the history of how it came to be. Where his notes were normally scattered through with humorous – at least according to him – thoughts and asides, this time it was just the information. Complete, but dry and boring.

His normally ever-present smile was missing from his face as his mind was occupied with whatever was weighing on it. He didn’t look up as people filtered into the room; refusing to acknowledge their existence until it was time for class to begin. So long as nobody did anything to call attention to themselves, it seemed likely that he was going to continue to ignore them.

The student’s desks were arranged in their normal, nice, neat rows, but none of them were marked as to where people should be seated. As the first students arrived they debated quietly whether that meant they could sit anywhere or if they should take the seats that they had the year before. It seemed that no decision could be reached as there was no consensus and the kids generally did whatever they wanted as they arrived.
Aug 16 2017, 03:22 PM
The house was quiet. The house was never quiet and it plucked against every single one of Alex’s nerves as he rushed through the house, calling out for his wife or children. Since receiving the news, he’d been unable to do anything but hope that they’d been wrong. Dinner was cooking away in the slow-cooker and the delicious scents filled the house – just turning his stomach in the current situation.

Annabelle’s book was set down upside down but open. He hated that she did that; it was insane but it bugged him immensely that all of the spines for their books were broken over time as she did that. Lara’s bed was empty – relatively unused. And he fought back the urge to vomit as he hurried out of the empty living room.

Even as he moved room to room looking for his family, he knew that this nightmare was real. The building that had been his home for years just felt empty; something integral – that had made it his home – was gone forever. On the fridge, held up by a magnet, was a not telling him that she’d dropped Blythe off at Richard’s to ride the stupid horse he’d given her while she took Trystan in to do some shopping to get ready for school.

The bit of every-day domesticity was too much and his stomach clenched. Alex lurched forward and threw up in the sink. Several minutes passed as he gathered himself before she dropped the note onto the counter by the sink and – with a deep breath – he disappeared with a pop. He knew that Richard had removed him from the wards when he’d left the first time, he wasn’t sure if the old man had keyed him back in when Trystan and Blythe had started coming over more often.

He appeared on the road at the end of the path that would lead him up to the Caer. The walk up to the door was one that he could still do with his eyes closed – given how much time he’d spent out here when he was growing up, but he took forever covering the short distance as he was terrified of what he’d find when he arrived at the house.

As long as he took, it still wasn’t long enough and he hesitated a moment before knocking on the door. He blinked in surprise when Richard opened the door himself, rather than having one of the kids meet him or sending and elf. Again, he froze – not sure what to do. Knowing what he wanted, but knowing that the time for that was long past. He slipped his hands into his pockets and greeted quietly, “Hello, dad.”

“Come in, Alex,” he said quietly as he stepped aside.

“I’m very sorry for your loss. The children are waiting for you in the den.”

With a nod, Alex made his way into the house and through the halls toward the room where he’d been told his children were waiting. The sight of all four of the kids together gave him pause for just a moment. It felt sort of like what should have always been except for Amber’s presence, the knowledge that Tim wanted nothing to do with him, and the feeling of his father stepping up behind him.

Blythe Morrigan
Aug 13 2017, 07:06 PM
Getting ready for the new year always kind of bugged Alex. He hated being away from his wife and youngest child during the course of the year, and this little bit of added time away just kind of rubbed in what he was about to have to do. Getting his office and classrooms set up were easy enough, but he had to make sure that his courses were ready to go for the first couple of days; showing up with no idea what he was doing wasn’t a good plan.

Writing the actual plans was always the worst part. In theory, he knew it was something that he could do at home; however, he also knew that he wouldn’t. It was so easy to get distracted from it that he made a point to come in to Hogwarts early and get everything all set up. This way he’d actually get the work done and he could use the incentive of getting home to spend some time with his family to make it quick.

It was frustrating to know that he was going to be missing a shopping trip with Trystan, but there would be many more, and all of Lara’s to look forward to. A smile spread across his face as he tried to come up with something fun that they could do that evening – maybe something that Blythe would even enjoy. She’d been out of sorts since Lara had been born and he’d been desperate for some way to get the two to bond.

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Feb 28 2017, 10:01 PM
The year had not started well and it did not seem like it was apt to be getting any better any time soon. Even his own House had been scurrying out of his way since his confrontation with his daughter. A deep frown crossed Alex’s face as he made his way through the Halls on his rounds. He was actually hoping that he was going to run across someone out of place that would allow him to release some of the frustration that was building up in him.

Almost as though it was a gift from the heavens, he ducked into one of the hidden alcoves in the halls of the dungeons and bit back a growl as he spotted two students locked in a heated embrace that was clearly on its way toward something even more against the rules than they were currently involved in. Just as he was about to clear his throat to get their attention so he could read them the riot act he recognized his son and his son’s best friend.

His wand appeared in his hand and snapped toward the couple dumping a sizeable amount of cold water on them both as he snapped out, “That will be quite enough of that!”

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