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Post by morag mcdougal on May 18, 2011 0:37:24 GMT -5
"I wouldn't doubt that they exist," Morag mentioned. "It takes all types." She just didn't have much attraction to males that were that submissive. Sure, if she was feeling a bit insecure on some rare occasion she liked a boy that wasn't as domineering as her usual but even then Morag didn't expect someone to drop to their knees and give her every little thing she wanted without question. She was confident but she didn't think that she was God, maybe a goddess that should be treated as such though.
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Post by michael corner on May 31, 2011 22:09:27 GMT -5
"Well, it's a good thing you haven't made any of their acquantainces as of yet. It might make it a little difficult to take the rest of us seriously." A corner of his mouth curved upwards, and he let out a small laugh. "I like things the way they are now when women don't know we're all absolute wimps deep down."
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Post by morag mcdougal on Jun 1, 2011 1:14:43 GMT -5
"Oh, sweetie, we know." Morag assured him. Even the most inexperienced of girls had the notion that they held all the power. Those feminine wiles were what got a guy every time. She shot Michael a playful smile. "We just like to let you all think we're oblivious to it."
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Post by michael corner on Jun 5, 2011 9:19:56 GMT -5
"Ah, well," Michael sighed, smiling although he pretended to be disappointed. "I suppose we've never been terribly good at hiding it."
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Post by morag mcdougal on Jun 6, 2011 1:05:20 GMT -5
"Its okay. Men have other admirable aspects about them." Morag offered surveying the boy before her.
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Post by michael corner on Jun 6, 2011 18:31:38 GMT -5
"I guess so." Michael's eyes were distracted for a moment, when a rather obnoxious looking Gryffindor boy came bursting through the Great Hall doors, calling out loudly to his group of friends in the opposite corner of the Hall. "Take him, for example. What a beautiful, mellifluous voice, he has." Michael scoffed, crossing his arms, once again. "Or at least he must think so. Why else would he be so keen for the entire castle to hear it?"
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Post by morag mcdougal on Jun 8, 2011 18:16:40 GMT -5
“I’m sure he has ever delusion to believe such a thing. Debonair in every way, I think it might be the presence though, not his voice- takes a rather long time getting it that unruly each morning, and to be that pompous…years of honing.” Morag nodded matter-of-factly.
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Post by michael corner on Jul 14, 2011 4:21:51 GMT -5
Michael chuckled. It really was a shame he didn't do this whole talking thing with more people - he found he enjoyed it now. And Morag certainly was interesting. He'd given up on the last Ravenclaw who spent the entire conversation repeating things from books and who was having way too much fun being a walking cliche. This, now, was refreshing. "And on top of the voice and pomposity, there's that walk, of course, like he owns the entire room. Probably works very hard trying to get that one right. Must have started with closets and then just worked his way up to the Halls."
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Post by morag mcdougal on Jul 30, 2011 11:26:15 GMT -5
Morag laughed lightly casting her gaze back over to the boy they were talking, or rather making fun of, about. "I can't be sure but I think his hips sway more than mine when he walks, if not more definitely a close second." She took a few dramatic steps purposely swinging her hips from side to side, more sexy than goofy because Morag was incapable of being goofy it seemed. "What do you think?" Morag asked walking back to Michael.
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