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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan's back by her window, sipping tea and watching the stars die. It's really quite soothing.

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[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty's sure he recognises her from somewhere. He wanders over.

"Hi there."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She looks up, just another teenage witch, nothing special...

Except her eyes, grey and dreamy and seeing things that no one else can.

"Good morning."

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

He definitely recognises her.

Barty frowns. "I'm sure I know you from somewhere. Are you from the wizarding world?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan tilts her head.

"How do you mean? I am part of other worlds, but they are through my own. Fae, magic. The only other wizard I know is Merlion." Her eyes widen slightly.

"You...you taste different. Different magic."

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

"Merlin, you mean? You know him? You're from his time..." His eye go very wide.

"No way. No way. You're Morgana." He looks like a child who's just met his favourite Quidditch player.

"I'm Barty. Bartemius Crouch."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She shifts.

"I...haven't used that name." But, it's pretty. More adult then 'Morgan', less insipid then 'Morgne'.

"It's nice to meet you, though," she says, offering him her hand. To be kissed, but no one has introduced her to the idea of shaking hands yet.

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

He takes her hand, and shakes it, then shakes it a bit more.

"You're still famous in my time. 1982. One of the greatest of all witches."

"Lovely to meet you too. An honour." He smiles. "What would you like me to call you?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Morgana sounds nice," she admits. When all is said and done, she's still a naive sixteen-year-old.

"And...I am? Truly?"

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

"Morgana it is, then."

He grins. "Yeah. We have these cards, kids collect them, they show famous wizards and witches. From all over the world and all through history. You're on one of them. That's how I recognised you."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

And that gets a blush.

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

He bits his lip. He's a bit nervous.

"You... you could tell I'm a wizard, then?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan nods.

"Yes. With a wand and a hat and spells that you learn from a book."

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

"We only wear the hat sometimes," he corrects. "And sometimes I invented my own spells. But yes."

[mogget_cat]

*So is the music, should she be listening to the violin being played a little ways away.*

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She puts the tea down, closing her eyes and just letting the music flow over (through) her for a bit.

[mogget_cat]

*The music is warm and soothing, the melody filtering through the chatter of the bar like sunlight streaming down through the verdant green leaves of summer. Calm, content, almost healing in the peace conveyed by the simple melody.*

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

And oh, it is, almost washing away the memories of blood and death and pain and everything she remembered when she looked at her future son.

[mogget_cat]

*Blood and death and pain are far from this Music. This music is purely warmth and the cool breezes of dawn as a new day begins, clear. The sweet sound of the violin promises the day will be bright.*

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Eyes still closed, she slips down to the floor. The young witch stands stock-still for a moment and then, slowly, she begins to dance to the music, matching it as before.

But instead of the steady, sensual bet of life and joy, this dance is slower, more graceful. A dance of new dawns and days and spring sun.

[mogget_cat]

*The violin swings across the strings, singing of bright mornings growing into clear days as Yrael's fingers dance above, moving deftly upon the strings. The bright sunlight, in streams of notes and melody, washes over (and through) the listener, warming her with quiet gladness. The music sings of promise and hope, looking to the bright rising sun with calm and quiet contentment.*

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

As she dances, warming up from the core outwards, Morgan starts to smile.

Thank you, Yrael...

[mogget_cat]

*He plays as long as she wishes to dance, bowing slightly when he catches her smile. He enjoys seeing people smile, and giving them reason to do so. His gentle return smile says quietly, My pleasure.*

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan slows down, curtsing deeply to him before sitting back on the table.

You cheered me up

[mogget_cat]

*He draws the song to a close, though the echoes of the music go on for far longer.*

*He bows to her, smiling.* Good evening, Lady.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She laughs.

"And good morning, to you."