Leftovers[OPEN}

Morgana had placed her head onto her hand with that arm's elbow resting upon the bench she'd tripped on. Her gaze was downward and her hand over her ear kept her from hearing Sig's approach. Morgana finally moving, could now hear more clearly. The first thing she'd heard was a boy's voice. Morgana responded to his call slowly; she laid the rest of her upper arm upon the bench and sunk a bit lower with action. She moved her head slowly to look into her lap. She pulled out her robes a bit more. Finally, she looked up at Sig, dropping her forearm onto the bench in front of her. Her back straightened almost instantly when she realized he was looking right at her.

"Am I? Yes. I'm fine." Morgana's gaze lowered to his outstretched hand. Her immediate response was to slap it away. But she was much slower to react than her narcissism liked. Instead she took his hand with her right then slapped her left against the seat of the bench and pushed herself to her feet. "Thank you."

Morgana ran her fingers down her robes slowly, in a pathetic attempt to wipe dust off herself which was more just something to do with her hands. At first, she looked down at her robe while she did this. Then her gaze turned to Sig, she scanned his feet first and took in as much detail as she could. "You're a Ravenclaw, aren't you?" Morgana actually had no clue which house the boy was from, but preferred to guess rather than ask.
She did notice his prefect badge and she breathed heavily and shivered uncomfortably at the sight of it. She turned toward him to place her own prefect badge in plainer view. But almost immediately turned back. She kept staring up at him though, rather envious of his height.

Morgana wondered if he was lying about his house at first but reasoned that it was unlikely. Then she couldn't understand why she cared so much in the first place. Her guess had been the very definition of a wild shot in the dark but the fact that she was wrong irked her all the same. Being Hufflepuff was not fundamentally irksome to her however thought being like a Hufflepuff could definately ruffle her feathers.

"Turn?" Morgana stared open-mouthed as he continued think aloud almost to himself. She wondered if he was unstable and edged away from him ever so slightly whenever he happened to adjust his gaze. She fake-laughed in the middle of his monologue but wasn't paying much attention to it. She was able to discern that he didn't think she looked smart enough to be a Ravenclaw however or that was how she interpreted his words however. Even though she was able to retain a smile through that insult, she was completely unprepared for his actual guess. "Gryffindor?"
Morgana, at first took it as an insult, but flashed a smile anyway. She decided finally that he was unlikely able to tell the difference between a stone and an elephant. "Yes. Thats where I was just going actually. To the Gryffindor common room." She lied. She doubted her lie would last very long. Though she knew that her time chatting with the Hufflepuff boy would last even less time. "That was a very good guess!" She added, in a ever-so-slightly condescending tone. "Good boy."

Morgana began to wonder how a Gryffindor would act. She felt she must have been doing a decent job so far since that was his actual guess. Though she also didn't think any Gryffindor would act like her at all. She grinned then sat down upon the stone bench that she had tripped over a moment before. She rubbed her thigh over her robe softly. "There was a bug. It attacked me. That's why I was scared. I'm not sure if it bit me but I felt it moving across my leg, right here."
Morgana looked up at Sig from the bench, just now realizing that her legs were stinging with a light pain where they had pressed against the bench when she fell. She rubbed the places where she felt the pain, still gazing up at Sig. "Would you sit with me for awhile?" Not very interested in his company, she just didn't want to walk away yet and didn't want to be alone with bugs like those prowling about. The fact that he might have something to do didn't even begin to occur to her.

A short pang of indignation at her bug incident being chuckled at sent rippling shivers through Morgana's spine. She was close to taking her wand to the seventh year. She was able to retain self-control however and kept a forced smile. Only able to force the desire to curse Sigmund by promising herself that she would seek retribution on a later date. With a greater amount of planning.
His voiced concerns only served to further infuriate the veiled monster within. Morgana was mostly elated from the attention Sigmund poured onto her however. After six years, Morgana herself had trouble discerning which was her actual self.

She was amused by his comment about hurting. She almost broke her smile into a hungry smirk.
She shifted her legs away from him. "You know about bugs?" Morgana found it immensely distasteful to be touched by someone who claimed to know bugs. She stared at him for a moment and decided she'd come off a bit too insensitive. Quickly, Morgana pulled her robes down flat over her legs and shrugged. "I don't think that it bit me actually and I'd rather not bare my legs in the open like this."
Sigmund Ofdensen, Morgana wondered silently if that waa a Muggle name. It was unlikely and she'd hate to reveal her thoughts to someone so she didn't ask. "My name is Viola Gorlois." She lied with a smile.

"Did you know that Merlin was a Slytherin student? Isn't that ironic?" Morgana giggled with a hand over her mouth. "Its funny how things like that work." She began to hum softly to herself.

Sigmund's advice on bug bites was hard to disagree with. Though not from lack of trying. A habit of Morgana's was attempting to counter what others stated, even when she knew they were right. She was not foolish however and kept her silence if she couldn't convince the person she was speaking to. Her estimation of people's mental capacity was quite impeccable. Regardless, she decided she wouldn't follow his advice even if the bug had poisoned her.
Camping, father, and sister during the summers. Possibly useful information if Sigmund proved unruly.

Hearing her name uttered aloud while she was masquerading as someone else made Morgana clench her teeth tightly. Her eyes twitched from left to right rapidly. She wondered if he saw through her ruse as she turned her head away. Her mouth hang open slightly as she gazed across the castle grounds towards the nearest bit of forest. The rapidly setting sun made it difficult to make out the treeline already.
"Yes. I have a twin!" It was only a half-lie after all. Her twin brother was a Ravenclaw and being much more adept at hiding and lying, would have never uttered such wild rumours. "She is Slytherin, like Merlin before her. Though she would discomfort you greatly and happily with how well she fits that stereotype, I think."
Morgana bit her lip and turned back to Sigmund suddenly. She covered her mouth with a hand, using her other hand to balance herself upon the bench. "Sorry. I shouldn't speak of her like that. My sister is my best friend."

"I do not think of Hufflepuff as useless. They're like Gryffindor but less stupid and more friendly, in my opinion. Don't you think so?" Poor Morgana could hardly discern the reason why she had decided to play this deception with Sigmund but she found it such fun. Regardless, she was almost confused at this point. His last statement in particular had a strange effect upon her. "I think Morgana might be able to love. She can be nice when she wants to. Do you really think that she can be more like us?" Morgana grinned at Sigmund with hopeful eyes. Not quite sure just how serious her own query was. She knew that she certainly wanted him to have faith in her humanity. Even if the most part of her scoffed at the idea.