Gabriel Wilson
October 18, 2021 4:36 PM
Making plans (Morgan) by Gabriel Wilson
Gabriel had been thrilled to hear his name called for prefect as well as a bit surprised given that he'd thought Mara was a shoe-in for the position. Or possibly Morgan. But definitely not him. He was weird and awkward and nerdy. Of course, that might be exactly why, since it made him the perfect person to represent Aladren, since he fit one of the two house stereotypes, the other one being the arrogant obnoxious megalomaniac that Fabian so hated.Of course, what really made the staff decide who got prefect? What exact qualities were they looking for? Gabriel knew sometimes it was by default but what about when it wasn't? He hadn't gotten it by default. Did it vary by house? Like prefects were those candidates who best represented their houses? To be honest,Gabriel didn't think that exactly worked because Crotalus had an especially wide range of personalities but the stereotype was the completely and utterly unfair one of an especially snotty pureblood and the most "Pecari-ish" types weren't exactly the best choices for a position of responsibility, to be honest.
Also, while she wasn't really that bad, Esme fit that Crotalus stereotype better than Sadie did,which he supposed was why Sadie got prefect. The thing was, Sadie was also super quiet and shy, which, while Gabriel didn't think was a bad thing, usually counted against someone for prefect. Mab wasn't exactly Miss Social Butterfly either, but then the alternatives were Leonor and Theo. The Aladren liked the latter well enough, but he was...well...not the prefect type. And Leonor was just not a nice person, who was as much of a snotty pureblood as any Crotalus and more of one than anyone else Gabriel could think of, short of his cousin Kelsey. Though he wasn't sure she was snotty in exactly the typical anti-Muggle way people thought purebloods were but she sure did have a high opinion of herself and because of this more than any other thing, Gabriel had, despite her background and his and the lack of anyone else that wasn't related to him having the same one, never considered becoming romantically involved with her. He wanted to, in the end, be with someone who could love him more than they loved themselves.
So,Gabriel supposed it made perfect sense that Leonor was with or seemed to be with Jeremy Mordue. If only he could make sense of how prefects were picked. Maybe there was some study he could do, some rubric or algorithm to figure out and teach to others so they could receive the honor. Or at least so he'd understand why he had.
Oh well,he supposed he should just be happy to get it since his once great chances of Head Boy/Student had decreased immensely. Gabriel was now pretty sure he had no chance at Head Boy/Student now so it was a good thing he'd gotten prefect.
Still, he had been really excited and proud of himself...until a few minutes later when Headmaster Brockert reminded him of the downfall of being prefect-the opening dance at the Midsummer ball. The fifth year personally would have been perfectly content to bring a book and read all night like he had last time but he had to do the opening dance so that meant he had to ask someone.
And even though there were more girls than guys in his year, Gabriel still...was unsure of his chances. The pureblood girls were mostly related to him except Leonor who obviously was just no. He could have asked one of the others who had to do the same stupid dance, but truthfully, the Aladren wasn't all that comfortable with any of them and with Mab in particular, he wasn't entirely sure that she wouldn't punch him in the face.
Aside from his cousin Lavender, there were two girls in the entire school he knew at all, Morgan and Val. Since going with the latter would have been incredibly complicated, even if she wasn't with Bonabelle, what with her being friends with one cousin and the ex-girlfriend of another, that left Morgan. Which didn't sound terrible. Gabriel liked her as a friend and she didn't have Val's complications. And he didn't think she'd punch him in the face,so that was a plus.
The fifth year sat in the common waiting with baited breath,for his housemate. He needed to do this before someone else snapped her up and he got humiliated at the ball when he had nobody to dance with. Or had to risk a punch in the face.
When the other Aladren arrived, Gabriel approached. "Um, Morgan, I was wondering if you would go to the ball with me? Please?" He asked, hopefully.
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Gabriel Wilson
Making plans (Morgan)
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Morgan Garrett
October 21, 2021 1:02 AM
With...me? Whaa? by Morgan Garrett
Morgan had been slightly disappointed not to get prefect, but she had also not been at all surprised. Somehow, she had a lot of trouble imagining many of the other people in Aladren taking her seriously at all under any circumstances (which was fair; she guessed she was independent in her own way, and Lord knew she could be stubborn, her mama and everyone else had told her that often enough growing up, but she really didn't think that much of her own brains or capacity for logic), much less listening to her when she tried to keep them in order. She hadn't hesitated for one second to applaud enthusiastically for Gabriel when he'd been called up, and after the Feast, she hadn't given the matter a second thought as she'd headed for her room, eager to catch up with Mara and Josie and gossip about what they'd all been up to all summer.To the extent she was a little disappointed, though, it was greatly ameliorated by the recollection that it was a Ball year. Morgan really, really, really had a hard time picturing herself as one of those girls who'd snag one of the relatively few boys available. She didn't think of herself as ugly or anything, but she knew she wasn't exactly a supermodel, either, or even someone who most of the school would think of as fashionable. She preferred the label stylish - she had a style, for sure, to the extent anyone could when everyone wore a uniform. She chose her accessories and, when she felt like it, make-up based on what she thought was fun, though, not to look like anything in particular. What was anyone going to want with all that when there were so many other options?
It was, therefore, a surprise when Gabriel approached her and asked her to go to the Ball with him. He even said please, as though she'd actually be doing him a favor.
Morgan was pretty sure she looked really stupid for a few seconds, just from surprise. "Wha - really? Me?" She was awkward-grinning now, she was pretty sure. "I mean, sure, yeah - for real?" she couldn't help but want to confirm, wondering if she was on the wrong end of a joke which had just sailed over her head and was about to find herself on the wrong end of a mocking, like back in elementary school. It was hard to imagine the rest of the House doing that after all these years, they were supposed to be like a semi-family, but this was really, really hard to believe.
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Morgan Garrett
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