Megan Jones

When Past Meets Present

2008-05-09T01:19:42Z

It is nice to get off work at a reasonable time, instead of forcing myself to work ten to fourteen hours. It is still light outside. I am finding that while I am working, sometimes on weekends, I still have more time to do things. Much better than what I was doing. Waking up, going to work, coming home and going back to bed. Then doing it all again the next day.

I'm happy as I leave. Things are finally starting to go right.

As I pass by a couple, my shoulder bumps into the wizard's. I turn to apologize, then stop short. "William?"

William is looking at me as well, though he doesn't seem surprised to see me. Of course he is coming here, knowing I work here, so he wouldn't be as surprised. I haven't seen or heard from him since he left in January. It was upsetting, but now I have Terry. William can't even attempt to compare to him.

"Off work already?" he asks "It's a pity. Ambrosia and I wanted you to serve us. Since that is your job."

I feel myself bristle. It's difficult to remember this as the wizard who was so romantic and sweet just a few months ago. I look at the girl, who is probably Ambrosia. Light blonde hair, green eyes. Actually pretty, or at least would be if she didn't have so much eye shadow and lipstick on. Or if her nails clearly weren't fake.

"Actually, it's not my job," I tell him. "I got promoted."

"To what? Dishwasher?"

The girl he's with laughs. "Oh Will, you're so funny."

"Manager," I lie. Okay, I am only assistant manager, but I am sure he could come up with a lot to say about being an assistant manager."

He looks a bit caught off guard. "How'd you manage that? I'd say pay off someone, but we both know you'd have trouble rubbing two knuts together. Maybe you slept with someone."

I force myself to take a deep breath. I do not usually have a temper, but he is certainly pushing me.

"I got it due to my abilities. Just like how I met a wizard who likes me for me."

"A witch who didn't finish her degree, plays mother to a very strange girl and has a low paying job?" He smirks. "A real winner. Ambrosia on the other hand has a good, well paying job, with children and she knows how to please a wizard."

"Oh, I didn't know you wanted a prostitute. It's good we broke up."

The witch's mouth drops open and even William seems stunned I said this. I'm a bit surprised with myself. I would never have said anything like that before. But now that I said it, it feels kind of good.

Before either of them can recover, I just turn and walk away. That might not be something I do, but I have to admit, it felt good.

Starting My New Job

2008-04-22T15:54:25Z

I went into work yesterday, but there were no special events. Instead, I was run through how things were there compared to Paris. I had been expecting more work, but I wasn't going to complain. I was still very happy from spending the weekend in Paris with Terry. It really is the city of romance, I think. I really didn't feel ready to leave on Sunday night. Terry said he would contact me soon and I really hope he does.

Today when I enter work, enjoying the fact that I was able to chose what I wore, instead of a typical uniform, I first go to my office. Yes, I have my own office. I let myself in and look around. A typical office set with a desk and chairs, apparently high quality, like everything else here. It isn't exactly typical. It's mine.

I grin and sit down at my desk. This is so different from working as a waitress, everyone gathering in one main room, having their meals and breaks there. I won't forget that is where I started though. It took me years to get this position. Years of hard work, pushing myself physically from the weight of trays and dishes as well as being on my feet for hours without a break. Then there was emotionally, dealing with customers who complained about everything and insulted me in the process. Customers that made me feel as if I didn't matter, as if I was a second class citizen or invisible. Not now though.

I realize there is parchment on my desk already and see it is the first special event here. A fairly large one with over three hundred guests scheduled to attend.

I take note of all of this and in my mind, go over the to do list that I was taught in Paris. It makes sense now that I am on my own. First, I talk to the manager and we discuss what needs to be done and when. From there, we divide the tasks, but also check each other's work. I will probably be working close to the wait staff, since I know all them, unless there were new hires in the week I was gone.

Touching the earrings that Terry gave me, almost for luck, I go to find Popham. We worked well together in France and I think it will continue here.

With a bounce in my step, I walk down the hall. It's time to get ready for our first real event.

The rest of the day seems to fly by. There is a lot to do. We have to set up the area we have especially for gatherings like this. We have decorations to place, tables and chairs to set up. We have to finalize the menu to be sure that the cooks know of this. We have to remind the wait staff of a number of rules. Many are basic rules and I could repeat them in my sleep after hearing them so often.

Much like I did in France, as the party starts, I stay off to the side and watch how things are going, looking for where there could be some issues or problems. A few times, there are moments that don't go as smoothly as we would like, but one good thing is that we can use magic, which helps.

At the end of the day, I'm tired, but happy. The first event went very well and I feel very accomplished. It's been a good day.

Training

2008-04-17T20:02:50Z

Merlin, I knew this would be a big change, but I didn't expect this.

This is my third day of training, which means I am halfway through. I didn't really know how training could go for a whole week, but I know from working as a waitress for years, proficiency is key. Apparently the same is twice as true now.

Not only am I learning about my duties, but I am learning a lot more about business, though I am certain half of it I won't ever have to use. It's been years since I have been in school, but some of this reminds me of Hogwarts again. More than once I have had doubts about my ability to do this.

While I am working mostly with the restaurant, I also have to learn about working with the hotels that are a part of P&G, which is something I haven't had experience with before. I pause to watch some of those at the front of hotel working.

"Is there a problem, Miss Jones?"

I glance over at my wizard guide, who is leading me through the daily operations of the hotel and telling me details that I am supposed to remember. I know that some will be different in England, but barely so.

I shake my head. "No, sir." I was thinking about a fight I had seen a guest having with some of the workers at the front desk. I don't know what it was about, since it was in French, but it had been quite heated. Working with the public is not easy.

"Good, because your final day of training will involve you knowing all this."

"It will?" I ask. This is the first I heard of it.

"You are going to learn hands on what it is like in your new position."

I know what that means. A special event. Merlin, am I ready? I hope I am. However, I nod in response. I won't let them know I have doubts. Besides, I had doubts about raising my sister and while things were rough I think I did alright. This certainly can't be that hard.

I hope.

Arrival in Paris

2008-04-14T03:21:34Z

"Enjoy your stay, Miss Jones."

"Thank you," I smile as I take my room key from the witch working at reception. I'm staying at the larger of the two hotels owned by P & G in Paris. I still can't believe it. I'm in Paris. I don't know if I'm more excited about that or the new job.

Training starts tomorrow morning so this afternoon, along with the new manager, Popham, who seems quite nice, I took a portkey that transported us to Paris. It took us directly to the hotel lobby, which had a specialized area just for portkey travel. I haven't been able to look around, but I plan on doing so after I go to my room.

I touch my ears to be certain that the earrings from Terry are still there. I still can't believe he gave them to me. It was so sweet and thoughtful of him. Dinner was wonderful and he told me that he would see me this weekend. I still can't believe we're going to spend a weekend together in Paris. I'm excited about that.

Taking the lift to the floor my room is on, I shake my head. First is training. Some might dread it, but I am looking forward to it. I know I can do this. It might be hard at first, but I have waited tables far too long. Not only is the job better, with better hours, the pay is better so I won't have to take another job. This means that I can afford bills and will have more time with Colleen when she is off of school. It also means more time to do things I'd like. Perhaps I will even be able to attend a muggle university now, if I choose to.

I step off at my floor and find my room. I open it and step inside. I never thought I would have a vacation like this. Yes, it is work, but it is the closest thing I have had to a vacation in years. On top of that, the company is paying for most of the expenses, including the room.

I set my bag on the Queen sized bed then go to the window, opening the curtains to let in some of the remaining light and see the view. What I see takes my breath away. I find it a beautiful view of Paris and off to my left, I see the Arc de Triomphe. Before we left, I was told the hotel was in the part of the city that is known as Champs-Élysées. The street has also has another name. I don't remember the exact phrase in French, but it translates to "the most beautiful avenue in the world".

I know that I will have time to explore over the weekend, but I can't help the urge to explore. Training is tomorrow morning, but I still haven't had dinner and I think exploring for a good place to eat sounds like a very good idea right now.

Possible Solutions

2008-03-28T05:16:17Z

I frown as I look my bank statement and then glance to my checkbook. Today's tips are laying on the counter next to me. I quickly add up what is in my savings, what is in the checking account and what I made with tips. Even though the first day of April is a Tuesday, giving me almost an extra week to get pay for at least the first half of monthly rent, it still won't be easy. Especially on top of Colleen's

Quickly, I estimate about what my tips will be leading up until the first Monday in April will be. It should be alright. It is frustrating that for such an upscale restaurant, the tips are not usually very generous.

It will be easier during the summer when I won't have to pay for Hogwarts, though there is the need to pay supplies in August.

This worry about finances is tiring. It seems like no matter how many hours I work, how many extra shifts I take, I always am struggling.

My gaze falls on the newspaper that I set off to the side that I got at work. Maybe the problem isn't the amount of work, but work itself. I open the newspaper and turn to the classified ads section. My eyes skim the page until it lands on the help wanted section. My job isn't as bad as some jobs, but there has to be something else I can do.

I pick up a pen, since it is within reach and my quill isn't. I look over the various ads, looking for jobs I am capable of. The only problem is that most of the jobs I am qualified for are part time. That starts me thinking about different possibilities. Could I have a part time job as well as a full time job at the restaurant. Merlin, I get so tired after working a double shift.

What other choice do I have? I looked into other flats after William left, but it might be time to search those again. Studio flats are usually less expensive. It could help cut down on the cost of rent.

After circling about half a dozen potential part time jobs, I start to look through the listings for flats. I few jump out at me and I circle them as well. I'll contact all of these places before I go to work tomorrow. Perhaps one of these will work out.

With that in mind, I decide to treat myself to a nice warm bath. There's nothing better to soothe the muscles and maybe it will allow me to forget about some of my troubles, at least for a little while.

Leases and Letting Go

2008-03-20T07:42:52Z

I slowly walk up the stairs to my flat. Some days at work, even if they are busy, seem to drag on. Today was one of those.

It was wonderful to go out with Terry the other night, though I'm worried. He got a message and after he replied, he became more and more quiet. I didn't ask him about it, but I am concerned. I hope whatever it was, it turned out alright.

As I reach the landing, I hear a knocking and see it is my landlord, knocking on my door.

"Mr. Reynolds," I speak up.

"Just the person I was looking for," he remarks as he turns to face me. I immediately know why he is here. We had an arrangement set up for this month. I asked if I could pay half the rent when it was due, the first Monday of the month and then pay the other half on the third Monday. I just knew I didn't have enough for the first Monday of March. However, it’s Wednesday now so I know he wants to be paid.

I immediately get out my checkbook. I took my paycheck from Friday and changed everything into British pounds. I glance at how much I have in the bank and wince slightly. After I write this check, it will be back to saving every coin of my tips. Using a muggle pen, I write out the amount.

“I am willing to work with you, Miss Jones, but if you can’t be punctual, I will have to ask you to leave. This isn’t charity.”

“Yes, Sir,” I respond.

I watch him leave then let myself into the flat. That takes care of March, but what about April and the following months? It was easier when I didn’t have to pay for Hogwarts and even though I started to set money aside from the start, it hasn’t been easy.

Locking the door behind me, I drop my things on the counter. I slide my shoes off and allow myself to fall onto the sofa. Even though it is only a few feet further, the bedroom too far away.

I’m tired of worrying about finances and the stress of my job. I never thought I would be stuck there like I am. As of this moment, my dreams of going back to school are nearly impossible. I lost more than my parents that day. I feel like I lost the right to live my life. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to be feeling so trapped.

Perhaps it is selfish of me, but I find myself growing upset. It has happened a few times, usually I got upset at Death Eaters or Voldemort. This time, I feel anger toward my parents.

I look over the mantle where there are pictures of Mum and Dad. They look so happy. That’s how I remember them. Or at least I try to. It took awhile before I stopped seeing their dead bodies whenever I closed my eyes.

Why didn’t Mum and Colleen go when Dad first mentioned it? Why did they want to wait? Yes, it was Christmas, but then Mum would have been alive. So many times I have wanted to go to her for advice and I can’t. Dad might have lived too. Things would be so much better then too.

I feel my eyes burning, but unlike the many times in the past, I don’t fight it. I grab one of the nearby pillows and clutch it close, as if it were my lifeline as the tears fall. I feel so angry at them for dying and the Death Eaters and Voldemort for killing them. Anger toward my aunt that left without a word and I haven’t heard from in years. Anger at the entire situation. And at everything lost. Family, friends and in some cases, futures.

I’m not entirely certainly how long I cry, but when they finally stop, I realize I am laying on the sofa, instead of sitting like I was earlier. I probably look a sight. Some of my hair is sticking to my tear stained cheeks and I tuck the hair back behind my ear. I feel drained completely. Physically from work and now emotionally. I haven’t cried like that in years.

I know I need to get up. I have things to do. I can’t make myself do so though. I just curl up on the sofa, closing my eyes, feeling tired after crying, even if I feel a bit better after doing so. There is something cleansing about crying, though I try not to do it often.

I feel myself falling asleep, but instead of fighting it, I let go of that urge and allow sleep to come.

Street Fair Date

2008-03-09T03:06:37Z

I can't believe it took me this long to visit a street fair. A normal London street that usually would look familiar looks completely different. I might have thought by magic if it wasn't for the fact that this is a muggle event. There are a variety of booths and stands set up along the way. Some are selling food and others have items of almost any kind imaginable. Many are handmade crafts from local artisans, while others are set up by nearby businesses. There are also a variety of games and down at the end of the street, there are rides. It is an exciting environment as everything mixes together. I can hear live music too and while I try to pick out the different instruments, it isn't easy over the sounds of the crowds.

"Terry, this is amazing," I grin, side stepping as a child with a balloon attached to his wrist races past.

He smiles and takes my hand. "I thought you might enjoy it," he replies.

"I do," I respond, glancing down at our hands for just a moment. That's nice too. "Have you been to many of these?"

"My parents use to take me every summer when I was a kid. I loved it." He pauses for a moment. "I still can't believe you haven't been to one before."

"If I ever did, I was too young to remember," I answer. "I went to the coast for a few summers, but they don't have many street fairs there."

We spend the next few minutes making small talk and enjoying the sites when a vendor calls out to Terry, "Win a stuffed bear for your young lady!"

Terry glances at me and smiles then back at the vendor. "Ok," he says walking over. "What do I do?" He listens as the rules of the game are explained. He has to toss five rings around the same bottle out of about twenty. Terry nods and hands the man some muggle money before taking the rings.

I watch as Terry chooses the one he wants to go for and tosses the ring, which goes around the bottle. I watch as he tosses the next rings. When he reaches his last ring, he's missed twice and gotten the wrong bottle once but also gets three more around the first bottle. I watch as he takes an extra moment with the last one and when he tosses it, it lands around the bottle.

The man doesn't look to happy, as Terry smirks and ask me which bear I want. I look over the choices and decide on a tan colored one. The man gives it to Terry, who then gives it to me. "You have good aim," I compliment.

He looks a little embarrassed, but smiles at the compliment. "So where to next?"

I glance down the street. "How about the London Eye?" It's not exactly part of the street fair from what I can see, but is only a street or two away. Everyone has heard of it and I've seen it a number of times when I've been in London, but have never gone on it or any other type of ferris wheel for that matter.

"You sure?" he ask.

"Yes," I answer, a bit hesitantly.

He takes my free hand again and we weave in and out of the crowds towards the Wheel. Sure enough when we get there, there is a line. We stop on Westminster Bridge, and watch from there. "I bet it's not as crowded on the weekdays," he comments.

"Would you rather come back another time?" I ask.

"I know you have an early shift in the morning, so maybe we should," he replies. Though he looks like he really doesn't want to leave.

I really don't want to end this early either and I'd gladly risk being tired tomorrow. "We could do something else. It's not too late."

He seems to think about it for a moment before saying, "Anything in mind?"

"If you'd like to come to my flat, I can make tea," I offer, feeling nervous. Aside from William, I haven't had any wizards to my flat. I hope he doesn't take this as more than just an invitation for something to drink.

"Sounds nice," he says offering his arm and walking us towards the Apparation point.

I focus on the flat and in just a few moments, we're in my flat. "Make yourself at home," I offer as I go to start the tea. Luckily, as the time passes, the slight nervous feeling disappears. We chat for awhile until we both notice the time. I get to my feet to offer the floo or door to him. "Thank you for such a lovely evening. I had fun."

"Me too," he says. He then leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. I wasn't prepared for that, but it's nice. Better than nice. When he pulls back, I know I'm probably turning a few different shades of red, but I can't keep myself from smiling.

And Terry is smiling as well. "Night, Megan. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"I look forward to it," I answer. "Good night, Terry."

After he leaves, I sit back down on the sofa then grin. I feel like a giddy teenager again, but that's alright with me. The date was wonderful and the end of it made it even better.

A Peaceful Evening at Home

2008-02-21T08:23:43Z

I hum as I wash the dishes. I usually not in such a good mood when I do so, but work has been decent, even though I know of at least one server that lost his job. I always have a fear that I will have a bad day and that is the day people remember. I can't afford to lose my job.

It was nice to work the earlier shift because I was able to have dinner at home and read. I don't have a lot of time for it, but if I have the chance, curling up with a good book is a nice way to spend the evening. I shake my head slightly. It might sound dull, but sometimes it's nice to have time to relax.

My eyes fall on the still beautiful flowers and I smile. I send an owl to Terry the other day. I simply said, Thank you for the flowers. They're lovely. I hope to talk to you soon. -Megan I know I could have stopped in and given it to him, but sending an owl seemed like a better choice.

Done with the necessary cleaning, I pick up my fairly well worn copy of Little Women. My mother gave it to me years ago and it's obvious how many times I've read it. I have the message my mum wrote on the inside of the book memorized. When I was younger, I imagined myself a bit like Jo, though I didn't dream of becoming an author. Instead, I feel a bit like Meg, fitting due to my name. I am the oldest, even though I have only one sister, but I also have to be the responsible one. Of course, her fate is better than Beth's.

Even with some sadness in it, I enjoy the book. It is based on the author's real life and I wonder what it would be like if I wrote a story about my life. Some of it might be interesting, though I'm sure the world would much rather hear about those more active during the last war.

Sitting down on the sofa, I let my head lay on the arm rest and pull my knees up slightly as I open the book to where I had last ended, a bookmark keeping my place. It must have been at least three week since I last read, but I find it easy to jump right back in.

Chapter 21: Laurie Makes Mischief, and Jo Makes Peace.

Jo's face was a study the next day, for the secret rather weighed upon her, and she found it hard not to look mysterious and important. Meg observed it, but did not trouble herself to make inquires, for she had learned that the best way to manage Jo was by the law of contraries...

I find myself being pulled back into the familiar story like a warm blanket and spend the rest of my evening reading.

A Valentine's Day Surprise

2008-02-15T18:54:47Z

I really do not like this holiday. I have spent the entire afternoon and evening watching couples in love. I watch them holding hands and kissing, using pet names.

I have worked here for years, usually working the entire day. Most want to spend time with their loved ones, so I would take extra shifts. The same is true now. One of the main differences is that this year, Colleen isn't at home waiting. I'll be going back to an empty flat, which makes this year much worse.

Standing off to the side, I watch as a wizard drops to one knee and opens a small velvet box. I can't hear what is being said, but the witch nods and he slips the ring on for her. Then of course, more kissing.

I know I should be happy that people have found each other and that they love one another, but watching them, I realize how much I have missed. No wizard has ever looked at me like that wizard is looking at her, and I don't know if one ever will.

Well, perhaps there is one. I think back to my date with Terry and smile slightly. I really enjoyed our date and I hope that we can go on another one soon.

That thought helps and while work continues though a mix of flowers, jewelery and numerous special requests, it finally does end. I am thankful to be clocking out after the main dinner rush. I don't know if I could handle the late dinner crowd after a day like today. It gets more difficult every year, since many of these witches and wizards are close to my age.

Shaking my head, I step out into the cold night air, clutching the collar of my jacket with one hand, hurrying to the apparation point. I apparate away

Apparating directly into my flat, I plan on relaxing tonight and tomorrow this holiday will be over.

I take off my shoes and sigh. They might be comfortable at first, but after the first six hours, I can't wait to take them off, making the remaining hours seem long.

Then, I notice that there is something different in my flat. On the endtable by the sofa is a beautiful arrangement of flowers, reminding me of my old house due to the yellow in them. I know my mouth dropped open slightly, because I remember closing it after the initial shock. Who would send me flowers? I have never before received flowers for Valentine's Day before. Here is not just one, but many.

I walk over to look at them and smile when I smell the mix of fragrance. But who could have sent them?

I catch sight of a slip of paper then. A short note. "Thinking of you...TB," I whisper as I read it. TB. I think of all the people who it might be and I can only think of one TB. Terry Boot. "He sent me flowers..." I murmur. I never expected anything like this. I find myself smiling more now. Terry sent me flowers on Valentine's Day. I will have to send him an owl to thank him. It's a bit late to send an owl now, so I will do it tomorrow before I go into work.

Even though I had to work, I think I might have to change my mind about Valentine's Day this year. It's turned out to be a very good day.

My Date With Terry

2008-02-10T05:53:56Z

I look in the mirror and frown. I didn't know what to wear and I've spent nearly an hour, putting together various outfits with what I have before settling on a black skirt and blue shirt. I feel it isn't right though. What if it is too dressy? What if it's too casual? It could be the wrong choice completely. However, it seems to be a good middle ground. I glance at my hair, which didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Sighing, I take it out of the hair clips and brush it. That's a bit better. I never knew I would be nervous before the start of the date, but I am.

I glance at the clock and am shocked that time is flying by. I guess this will have to do. With one last glance in the mirror, I go into the other room to wait for Terry.

The fire lights up and in a swirl, Terry steps out. "You look gorgeous," he says walking over to me and handing me flowers.

I feel my cheeks warming and I hope I'm not blushing too much. "Thank you," I smile as I take them. "They're beautiful. Let me just put them in something." I think we have a vase in the flat. I go into the kitchen to find the vase, finding it without too much trouble. I add some water and put the flowers in it. I set the vase on the table and nod. Perfect. I don't want to leave Terry for long though, and hurry back to him.

"You like Chinese?" he asks as I walk back in.

"I do," I nod. I'm still a bit nervous, but take a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping it doesn't show.

"I know this little place in London, not far from the Cauldron, if you like."

"That sounds lovely," I answer.

"Trust me?" he replies grinning.

I nod. I do trust him, though I can't help but wonder why he's asking, unless it's his choice in restaurants.

He puts an arm around my waist and with a pop Side-Along Apparates us to London. I recognize Charing Cross Road almost immediately as well as the Leaky Cauldron. Even though I know the area, I realize I've only been in this area to go to Diagon Alley and haven't looked at any of the other places along the road.

"This way," he says holding his arm at for me.

I take his offered arm. "Thank you." He's quite a gentleman. Even though I don't want to think of him, I can't help but compare Terry and William. William was never like this. I'm now glad we broke up, or I would never be out with Terry. "So what kind of place are we going to?"

"The Garden Restaurant. It's a Chinese restaurant right around the corner," he says. "Have you ever been there?"

I shake my head. "I never really explored the area aside from Diagon Alley. There's probably a lot I'm missing."

"Oh there is," he replies as we reach our destination. He holds the door open for me as we enter. The Hostess shows us to our seats. "Maybe I can show you sometime," he adds as she walks away and we sit down.

"I'd like that," I smile as I pick up a menu, glancing over the various choices. I take Terry's recommendation, which is actually one of my favorite dishes. As the dinner progresses, I feel the nervous feeling fading until I don't feel it anymore. In fact, as Terry and I continue to talk, I feel almost comfortable. The meal seems to pass quickly and soon we're back outside on Charing Cross Road. I'm enjoying our date and hope that he's not ready to end it yet. "I'm having a good time."

"I am too, Megan," he says smiling down at me. "This way." He takes my hand and leads me down towards the end of Charing Cross. "Trafalgar Square," he says.

I haven't been here since before the war, usually only going to the necessary places without making side trips. It's looks different, if my memory serves me correctly. Then I remember hearing that they were going to change a few things. It's still a wonderful place though, and being here at night seems to add to the setting. "The heart of London," I smile.

We walk around the fountains, talking as we go. I'm surprised how easy it is to talk now, compared to how it was at his store. We didn't know each other well at school, but it isn't hard to talk about our days at Hogwarts, which then leads to our lives now. I don't know how much time passes, but during a short pause in conversation, I realize there are less people out than when we first arrived.

"I should get you home," he says as the clock chimes ten. "It's getting late."

"It is," I nod, though I find myself wishing the evening could last longer. However, tomorrow will be another day of work and I know staying out late will make it difficult.

He wraps his arms around me and with a pop we are back in my flat. "Can I see you again?"

"Yes," I smile. "I'd like that."

He leans towards, as if to kiss me, then instead takes my hand and kisses it. "I'll talk to you soon."

"I'll talk to you soon," I repeat and add "Good night," before he apparates away. Once that he is gone, I find I can't stop smiling. I will have to write Susan tomorrow to tell her how well it went and also find out when we'll get together for our Girl's Night. I have a feeling sleep won't come easily tonight, but that's alright, there's a good reason for it. I just hope that his idea of soon is the same as mine.

From Work to Dates and Everything In Between

2008-02-03T22:22:07Z

I step out into the evening air and take a deep breath. I love being outside, especially after being inside for hours. The smells from the kitchen are nice in the beginning but over time, you long for something else. The cool air also feels much nicer than the heat from the kitchen and attempting to move table to table quickly without looking rushed.

Today was a shorter day for me, which was nice. I still have a whole evening to myself. There are a lot of things I can do with it. I could catch up on some sleep or just put my feet up, but those are things I do right after I've worked a long shift. I want to do something different, since it is still relatively early.

I remember the last two times and smile to myself. Last time, I had gotten to see Susan and the time before that was seeing Terry again. We never did make any plans to see each other again, but I wouldn't mind it. I remember what Susan said. It wouldn't hurt to pay him a visit. Why do I feel nervous? Merlin, I'm not a schoolgirl with a crush. Besides, what if that meant only meant that, just some dancing and a drink? That would be embarrassing. However, maybe if it wasn't just me, it would be better.

I glance at my watch. Susan should be home from work. Without giving myself a chance to change my mind and forget the whole idea, I apparate to the street by her flat. It only takes me a few minutes to get to their flat and knock.

Catching up with Susan

2008-01-26T04:31:51Z

I clock out of work and sigh. Aside from that night out last week, I have been working until late at night or until close every night for two weeks. However, today, I just worked the first dinner rush. It's only eight o'clock. Still relatively early. I think about my friends, who I haven't seen since the start of New Year, even though a few owls have passed between us. I would love to catch up.

Usually, I would send an owl before making this decision, but this time I decide to apparate without doing that. I reach the apparation point and turn disapparating away only to arrive a few moments later near the flat Susan and Justin share. I hurry to cover the short distance to their door and knock.

I hear the locks turn and Susan opens the door. "Megan? Everything ok?" she asks motioning me to come in.

I nod as I enter. "Sorry I didn't have a chance to owl you first. Is this a bad time?"

"No," she assures me. "Justin's out with Ben anyway," she adds.

"I got off work," I realize I didn't bother to change clothes first, so it's obvious where I was. "And I realized I haven't had a chance to visit lately."

"I'm glad you did," she says smiling. "Want anything to drink?"

"Just a glass of water, if that's alright," I answer.

Furthering my education?

2008-01-11T07:13:54Z

Bill, bill, advertisement, bill...

I sigh, brushing back a strand of my hair as I stand by my post box, looking at what I received. I used to like receiving post and now I dread it. I have so many bills to pay, I don't know how I can afford it.

Then I come across a university booklet. I had expressed interest in attending classes until I realized how much it would cost. I would need another job on top of the one I had, or a loan. So I had decided not to attend classes.

Now, looking at it, I realize how much I want to go. I might not be one of those smiling students there, but I could be one of those that is focusing hard, looking at a book, or the one working at a computer.

There were a variety of things I was interested in and while it would take time, I could get a degree if I took just a class or two at a time. It would take years, probably a number of years. Yet, I don't want to be a waitress all my life. I remember what William said and I frown.

Turning a few more pages of the booklet, I look at the classes that are offered and a few catch my interest. Maybe, just maybe I could manage it.

I walk up the stairs, feet aching after work. I was told I would get used to the heavy trays, the ache in my back and feet as well as the soreness that works into my arms, but I haven't. Perhaps because I work so often, it seems as if I never have long enough off to rest those muscles.

Entering the flat, I drop the bills on the table, pick up a pen (I keep magical and muggle items) then flop onto the sofa. I use the toe of one foot to kick off one shoe, then do the same with the other, letting them drop to the floor as I open the booklet again. I circle a few classes and notice that registration is occurring now and classes will be starting soon. If I want to take a class or two, I will have to find a way to do so.

I glance back at the bills on the table and sigh, my forehead on armrest. I have a sister to put through school and numerous bills to pay. Yet, does this mean I have to wait until Colleen is finished at Hogwarts in six and a half years?

I find myself wishing I was young again and Mum and Dad were still alive so that they could take care of those issues and I wouldn't have to worry about them. Yet, that won't happen. I have a to find a way to do this. I might be paying off loans for years to come and perhaps I will need to find another job, but I am going to get an education. Somehow. It isn't the same as finishing my schooling at Hogwarts, but perhaps this will work out. This is a new year after all, anything can happen

Choices and Consequences

2008-01-08T04:33:20Z

I let myself into the now empty flat twelve hours after I left. I picked up a few hours of someone else’s shift. I needed to, but my feet are aching more than usual and I want nothing more than a warm shower or bath.

I shut the door behind me, locking it and turning on the lights. Even though she was only here for a little while, I am used to having Colleen here. Yet, Saturday evening, the day before she left, was not pleasant for anyone.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

I smile down at Colleen. “I know. I just wish I could get those things for you.”

“We have everything I need though,” she answers, shifting the bag of purchases. She goes back to school tomorrow and today was the only day I was able to take her to get some of the supplies she needed.

“And I’ll send you anything you might need,” I assure her as we walk up the stairs to our flat.

“Alright, but-“she stops so short on the step I nearly bump into her.

“’Leen, what are you doing?” I ask, using her nickname.

“Umm, let’s go get ice cream,” she suggests, turning to face me, smiling at me. However, I have a feeling there is something going on. She wouldn’t just randomly decide to get ice cream now.

“We haven’t even had dinner yet. Besides, I thought you were tired.”

“I changed my mind,” she answers. I grab her arm before she can descend the stairs again. My feet are aching after working late last night and now this.

“What’s the real reason?” I ask

Colleen hesitates. “I don’t want to tell you.” She looks a bit nervous and I realize exactly why she doesn’t want to tell me. Some call it divination, some call it being psychic. Colleen just calls it ‘having feelings’. She knows things, though she doesn’t know why and she gets feelings about people and situations.

“What is it, ‘Leen?” I ask.

She looks at me sadly then sighs and turns, walking up the stairs again. I follow a few steps behind her, a bit wary. I try not to mention her abilities, but I have learned also to heed her warnings, though I don’t know what to expect this time.

As I reach the landing, I see Colleen entering the flat without her key. That’s odd. I know I locked it.

I follow a few steps behind her, shutting and locking the door behind me. I see a jacket slung over a chair and give a sigh of relief. William. I just gave him a key to the flat about a month ago and sometimes I forget.

“William?” I call.

“In here,” he responds and I frown at how angry his tone sounds. Colleen looks at me, nervously and I have a feeling she knows why he’s upset.

Entering the bedroom I see a box on the bed and he’s putting a few things in it.

“What’s going on?” I ask, crossing my arms, leaning against the door frame. I want to look casual, though I don’t feel comfortable. I know what the situation looks like, but I could be mistaken.

“What do you think?” he nearly snaps. “Bringing all my things back to my flat.”

I bristle at his tone. “Why?”

“Why? Because it doesn’t belong here. If you were my girlfriend, maybe it would be different.”

I look at him, a bit stung. “You…You’re breaking up with me?”

“You’re never around.”

“I have to work,” I remind him. I cut back on my hours when Colleen came home, but when she was at school, I worked as often as I could. It’s not cheap to send someone to Hogwarts as well as pay for rent and food here.

“I meant her,” he points behind me to where Colleen is standing behind me. “Ever since she came back, I have rarely seen you.”

“She’s my sister. I won’t get to see her for months.”

“And I was your boyfriend. The one who helped you when you had trouble affording rent.”

“You didn’t have to,” I answer, though I had been uncertain what else I could have done.

“And you wouldn’t have to worry about paying tuition if it wasn’t for her,” he jerks his head toward Colleen as he puts something else in the box.

I glance over at Colleen, who has tears in her eyes. I take her arm and pull her into a hug and she wraps her arms around me.

“And she’s the reason you’ll never have a real relationship.”

I frown. “She’s my family. She comes first,” I tell him and I’m certain he can hear the anger in my voice.

“Apparently,” he mutters as he adds a shirt to the things he is taking with him.

“You could have spent time with both of us,” I remind him. “I invited you.”

“I didn’t start dating you just so I can play surrogate father,” he quickly answers.

“I never asked you to!” I shout. I glance down at Colleen. “Go pack your trunk,” I tell her. We moved it to the living room earlier this morning.

She looks at me, hesitant to leave, but I nod, urging her to go. I have a feeling this is going to get worse.

Once she’s gone, I shut the door to the bedroom and turn back to William. “Don’t you dare say that about her. None of this is her fault.” I used to blame her, but that passed after awhile. She couldn’t help our parents dying and I couldn’t allow her to be sent to an orphanage.

“This is your choice, Megan. You can’t have both of us.”

“I choose her,” I answer, not even needing to think about it.

He mutters something under his breath.

“What was that?” I ask, frowning.

“You’re a fool. You’ll be stuck waitressing tables until you’re sixty. You’re entire life will pass before you ever really live it. You’ll keep caring for her and then she will move on, have a life and you are going to be stuck. Alone and poor, magic gone to waste.”

I feel tears in my eyes but I manage to blink them back. “Get out,” I manage through clenched teeth. “Get out!” I order. He hit a nerve, but I won’t let him see that.

“With pleasure!” He shouts, grabbing the box of his things. I step aside as he swings the door open. Colleen is standing there. Apparently, she heard everything. “You little…”

He shifts the box and I quickly step between the two of them. “You stay away from her,” I growl.

William looks at me, then Colleen then back to me. Without another word, he takes his key out of his pocket and drops it on the floor. I don’t even look at it. I just watch him as he storms out of the flat, door slamming shut behind him.

I feel my knees beginning to shake and I slowly slide to the floor. I can’t help it then. Tears start to fall. Not because of William leaving, though that does hurt. It’s the words that upset me. What if he’s right?

Colleen sits down next to me and wraps her arms around my waist. “I’m sorry, Megan.”

“It’s not your fault, ‘Leen,” I answer as I wipe at my eyes.

“In some ways it is. But you’re better without him. You’ll find the right wizard.” I don’t know if she is saying this because she wants to give me encouragement, she truly believes it, or she’s had another feeling.

“I hope so, ‘Leen,” I whisper and hug her back. She just stays silent, still hugging me, letting me cry. At least we have each other.

I kick off my shoes as I go to run the water. As it warms, I take my hair out of the bun I wear it in when I work. I shake my head then run my fingers through it, hair now falling as it normally does.

I still hope Colleen’s right. If William is, I don’t know what I’ll do.

No, I won’t think on that now. I’m just going to focus on the warm water soothing my sore muscles and worry about tomorrow when it comes.

Life of a loyal Hufflepuff

2008-01-04T17:44:36Z

Surprises. Life is full of them. Some of them are wonderful, like finding a five pound note in your winter jacket that you forgot you put there the previous year. Or getting an owl with a note from a friend just to say hello. However, other surprises are anything but good. They can turn your life upside down in a horrid way. They can shatter your dreams and your heart at the same moment and you’re never the same again.

It was one of those surprises that changed my life completely. I had plans. So many plans once I finished school. There were a number of career options that interested me and I was narrowing them during our sixth year. A lot happened that year. In the fall, my parents welcomed their second daughter into the world, my younger sister, Colleen. That spring, Hogwarts was attacked.

Headmaster Dumbledore’s death changed things. School was no longer safe. I had always thought it would be, to a point. Now, nowhere was safe.

It took convincing, but I returned to school for my seventh year, promising to be careful. When I returned at Christmas, things were even more horrible in the magical world. Dad was worried and insisted that Mum and Colleen go somewhere else right after Christmas. There were some arguments, but Mum promised. She and Colleen would go to visit one of Mum’s old school friends who had moved to America. Chicago was the name of the city.

Two days before Christmas, I took Colleen with me when I ran to the store. I usually didn’t, but both Mum and Dad seemed tired and I thought a break, even for half an hour would be good.
At the store, while humming a song to Colleen, I felt an odd sensation. Something felt wrong. I glanced around but nothing seemed out of place. I knew I had to get home though. I apparated as soon as I could, which took a few minutes. Colleen screamed at the sensation but I managed to calm her as I carried her quickly down the street toward our house, having chosen a place down the street, away from where others could see.

As I got closer, I saw a few people around the house. I started to run then, pulling out my wand. I slipped a few times on the snowy and icy ground, but didn’t fall, being careful with Colleen.

Getting to the front lawn, I saw Aunt Hestia. She grabbed me to stop me from rushing in. I had to get inside though. I shoved Colleen into her arms then raced inside. Once there, I wish I hadn’t. Both my parents were gone, eyes staring into nothingness. Everything seemed to swim in front of me as I sank to my knees and cried.

That changed my life forever, as well as Colleen’s. We were both orphans. I also was given something I wasn’t ready for. Custody of Colleen. At 17, I was just getting ready to be on my own. Not to be on my own with a one year old to take care of.

Everything changed. Aunt Hestia disappeared, meaning I had no one to help with Colleen. I had to drop out of school to care for her.

We had to sell the house and we moved into a flat in London. I took a few odd jobs while trying to care for Colleen. Then, in June, my DA coin was activated and I knew I had to go back. I fought alongside others after hiring a babysitter for Colleen, promising myself I would return. I met with my friends and lost some of them that night. I saw death happen in front of me and barely escaped with myself.

After that, I once again became a mum to Colleen. I love her, I truly do. Yet, sometime I feel upset. Why couldn’t I have a life again? Why couldn’t I have my dream job and meet a decent man? Instead, I had no N.E.W.Ts or any higher muggle education. If I was not caring for Colleen, I was working at a restaurant run by old schoolmates, though they certainly were not friends. First, it was Pansy Parkinson. Then, my boss became Daphne Greengrass. Another Slytherin who had made some of my time at Hogwarts horrible. If not for my friends, especially the Hufflepuffs, I don’t know how I could have lasted this long. Susan has become like a sister to me. We see each other often and sometimes she comes by just to visit. It’s as if we are still at school sometimes. On my birthday in the past, she has gotten a babysitter and we’d go out to celebrate with friends. The other houses may have smarts, bravery or cunning, but I wouldn’t trade the loyalty among us for any of those things.

Things with Colleen got easier as she got older. I made sure she went to a muggle school. It meant I could work during the day and make sure I was home when she was done. We became very close and I found we both shared Mum’s passion for music.

Now, Colleen is going to Hogwarts. It’s odd not to have her in the house. It will help her though. She has been having nightmares often and odd feelings about situations and people. I can’t explain it. I don’t think it’s divination exactly, but it is something. She also seems like an old soul. I never had troubles with her that some have had with their children. She rarely lost her temper and I don’t recall her ever having a temper tantrum. She also sometimes looks at me with a look I can’t explain, but it is as if she can see me and understand me, even better than I understand myself. She seems to know when to do certain things, like when I need time to myself or when I would like a hug. She’s also been very supportive about me taking a few classes at a muggle university. I might not have NEWTs, but my mum was a muggle so I understand that world too. If I can’t get a decent job in the magical world, I can do so in the muggle world.

Soon, I will be sending Colleen back to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express. Something my boyfriend seems to think is a good thing. We met over the summer and at first he seemed fine with the fact that I had a younger sister to care for. However, now that Colleen is back from school, it’s clear he doesn’t understand how important Colleen is to me and I have an odd feeling I will be made to choose between him and Colleen. I already know what my choice will be.
My name is Megan Jones. A common name for a not so common witch.