Thalia, Vincent and Morgan

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Thalia Banning never thought that tripping down the stairs could lead to such a life altering experience.

Submitted: July 20, 2009

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Submitted: July 20, 2009



This Christmas holiday was finally over. It was always wonderful to see family members and return home for the holiday, not to mention it was a welcome break from classes. Added to that bliss was the excitement of Christmas itself and that meant presents. Lots of presents. Of course, one couldn’t forget about snow. There were many lovely snowdrifts to be played in without running into other students.

However, it was equally wonderful to return to the comforting continuity of classes and schedules. Too much free time usually led to listlessness and fights among siblings. Upon returning to school, those same quarreling siblings forgot their issues when they were reunited with friends. This was the cause of all the noise in Great Hall, Thalia figured out. There was more talking, squealing and goings on than she could have ever imagined at school. She could hear someone squeaking with excitement about her new dress robes. At the Hufflepuff table there were a few boys talking animatedly about a new racing broom that had come out over the holiday.

Thalia was in her second year at Hogwarts and had to admit that she loved every minute of it. She had met new people and made new friends, all in her own House, of course. All her free time was spent in the Gryffindor Common rooms with her dorm mates, doing homework or watching older students and their antics. She hoped that when she was older she was just as interesting to watch. She was interesting to look at, at any rate. Though she would never admit it aloud, she thought that the floating candles in Great Hall did a wonderful job of highlighting her brown tresses. Thalia was prone to rather romantic ideas from time to time. It always made her smile secretly to herself, which was rather romantic looking as well. No one had told her, but her eyes scrunched up in the corners when she smiled, especially when she was really secretly pleased.

At present, she was sitting at the Gryffindor table picking at the remains of her dinner. Her friends had all shown her their new gifts and she had proudly shown hers, but then they had all left to talk to the boys sitting further up the table. Thalia never really knew what to say to boys. She always felt rather flustered and afraid she would say the wrong thing.

She left the table, supposing she would head back to the Common Room and see in anything interesting was happening there. Perhaps she would send an owl to her sisters, though she couldn’t really think of a good reason. She had seen them just the day before.

“Leprechaun Taint,” she muttered under her breath. “Now what?” There really wasn’t anything for her to do. Glumly, she wandered toward Gryffindor tower, almost sulking as she went. “Just got back from holiday and already I’m bored.” Thalia hated being bored. There was usually something for her to do and if there wasn’t…well; she would badger someone till there was something to do. She had already pestered her Quidditch Captain about when practices would start again. It was made very clear that there would be no practices until everyone had recovered from the Christmas holiday. She knew that the amount of parties that had gone on at the castle during the holiday, it would take a least a week for everyone to recover. Drat it all!

It was a few minutes later when she realized that she didn’t quite know where she was. This wasn’t the floor with the Common Room door, nor was it anywhere nearby. In fact, she knew that this was the way to the Charms classroom. “How in the world did I end up here?” Thalia turned around and stomped off toward the staircases. “One of them must have moved while I was on it,” she said to herself. Then she realized she had said it out loud. “Stop talking to yourself, people will think you’re crazy,” she commanded as some fifth year Ravenclaws walked past. A red haired boy ogled her with a strange look.

“Too late,” he snorted.

Flushing a rather unflattering shade of red, Thalia stepped onto the staircase once more and headed off to Gryffindor tower. Or at least, that is what she meant to do. As her foot made contact with the stone step, the staircase suddenly lurched away from the landing. It swiveled fiercely to the left with more vehemence than Thalia had ever thought a staircase could or should move. She lost her footing and tumbled down the stone steps, expletives popping out of her mouth with each painful bump.

She landed in a heap at the foot of the stairs and winced tears back. Of all things, she wasn’t going to cry. Tenderly, she tried to stand, but immediately fell down again with a whimper of pain. She could feel that something was wrong with her ankle. Perhaps she landed on it funny? “Of all the things that could happen,” she sniffed to herself, “This was one I wasn’t expecting.”

Thalia looked around. There was no one on the stairs, no one in the hallways and she could hear no voices or footsteps coming her way. She realized with a sinking feeling that she was alone and no one knew where she was. Well, some Ravenclaws did, but that didn’t do her any good. “Oh, dear.” She sat for a few moments cursing her luck and wondering what she should do next. Curfew was coming soon. She had never been very long away from the Common Room and she felt a little anxious to get back to familiar surroundings. “Just don’t cry. You look horrible when you cry.”

After what seemed like an eternity, she thought she could hear voices and footsteps headed her direction. She wasn’t sure if she hoped it was students, a teacher or the grounds keeper. Any one of those possibilities didn’t seem too pleasing, but of the three, she would rather see a teacher. They wouldn’t tease later on…or at least she hoped they wouldn’t.

As the voices and footsteps came to the landing from another staircase, Thalia’s heart sank all the way down to her twisted ankle. Two boys, one from Hufflepuff and another from Ravenclaw (her least favorite house at the moment) came into view. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep her eyes away from the Ravenclaw boy. He was just her age, but far more handsome than anyone she had ever seen before. He had slate blue eyes that caught her dark brown ones with almost shocking clarity. His face was equally shocking, but in a lovely handsome way. Thalia felt herself beginning to flush red again.

“Hello? Are you alright?”

Thalia wrenched her attention away from the vision of exquisiteness to look at the other boy. It took her a moment to realize that he had spoken to her.

“What? Oh, yes. I’m fine, thanks.”

He looked at her quizzically. “Really? You like being on the floor?”

Thalia felt herself grow hot. “No. I don’t like it, but it’s where I happen to be at the moment.”

The Ravenclaw boy snorted a soft chuckle and cuffed his friend on the shoulder. “Gotcha there, Albright.” He spoke with a dreamy Scottish accent that Thalia tried very hard not to swoon at.

Albright, as Thalia ingeniously deduced, didn’t seem too amused. “I know that’s where she is, dummy. I’m asking if she wants to be there. Damsel in distress and all that.” That last statement cheered Thalia up a touch. It always warmed her heart to hear someone refer to her as a damsel, in distress or not.

“I did say I don’t like it. I’m just embarrassed…” her voice trailed off, realizing that she probably shouldn’t let on how silly she felt in front of boys. Especially extremely handsome boys. “I mean, I was trying to figure out how I can get myself back to my dormitory. I think I’ve hurt my ankle and can’t walk very well. Not that I can’t take care of myself. I mean, um, yes. Dormitory.” As she spoke, her eyes drifted from Albright to the Ravenclaw boy. It was hard not to look at him. When she realized she was staring, she flushed again and looked at the floor.

“How did you hurt your ankle?” Oh my god, he spoke to me…

“I, ah, fell down the stairs. They moved.” She hoped she didn’t sound as stupid as she felt. “I was on my way back to the dormitory when it happened.”

Albright sat down beside her. “May I have a look?” His tone was concerned.

“Sure,” she said, wondering what on earth he could do to fix the situation.

He poked gently at her ankle with his long fingers. Thalia couldn’t tell if he knew what he was doing, nor did she know if he meant it to hurt that badly.

“Careful, Vincent,” the Ravenclaw said softy. “I think you might have hurt her.”

Vincent, as his name now was, looked at her with a stricken face. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! Is it really bad?”

“No,” Thalia gasped.

“Liar,” the Ravenclaw said. “Your face went ashen the moment he laid his finger on you.”

“Best get her to the hospital wing quick,” Vincent said matter-of-factly. “C’mon, Morgan, lend a hand.” Before Thalia knew what had happened, she found herself on her feet supported by Vincent on one side and Morgan (as she assumed his name was) on the other. Her arms were draped over their shoulders. She tried to not let it bother her too much that Morgan (was that his first or last name?) was not only supporting her, but had his other hand around her waist, his fingers pressed against her side.

They trudged up and down half a dozen stairs. Thalia knew they were nowhere near the Hospital Wing. She wanted to say something…but she didn’t know what.

“Did they move it or what?” panted Vincent. “We should have been there by now.”

“I thought you knew where we were going,” Morgan panted back.

“We are nowhere near where we need to be,” Thalia gasped at the two of them. When they paused to talk, the two boys had set her down momentarily and jarred her ankle. She tried very hard not to cry, but the pain was getting worse. “We went south when we should have gone east. The Hospital Wing is back that direction,” and pointed down the corridor they had just come from. She didn’t mention that Morgan was the one who had steered them in the wrong direction. It didn’t seem like a nice thing to do to her rescuers.

“Right,” Vincent decided. “That’s the last time Morgan gives directions. The girl says that’s the way, so let’s turn around.”

Thalia gave them directions and laughed every time Vincent and Morgan (it must be his first name) argued with each other. It was apparent the two boys were best friends and loved to verbally spar. It didn’t take too long for her to set them down the right and familiar path.

“What were you doing out of your common room so late?” Morgan asked Thalia in his dazzling accent. She felt some rather odd butterflies appear out of nowhere in her stomach. She tried to ignore the fluttering feeling and concentrate on what he said, not how handsome he looked.

“I was heading back there when the staircase I was on must have moved, because I wasn’t anywhere near where I wanted to be. Stupid staircases. I knew they had it in for me the moment I got to Hogwarts. I could see it in their eyes.”

He smiled very charmingly at her. “In their eyes, eh? Did you know stairs had eyes, Vincent? She says they do.”

The three students had come to a stop in front of a large oaken door. Vincent hissed at Morgan to be quiet and knocked. Thalia wondered if the door to the Hospital Wing was always closed like this, but she couldn’t be sure. She had only been there once and that was for a nasty cold that had made her nose swell to the size of a bludger, but that had been last year. Wildly, she wondered if they needed an appointment to get in.

The door silently opened to reveal a man dressed in healer robes looking very sourly at them. There was an audible gulp from the trio as they looked at him with growing apprehension. Now Thalia decided that perhaps her ankle didn’t hurt so badly after all. She desperately wanted to be back in the comfort and safety of her common room, even if it meant she would be bored.

“Can I help you?” His voice was extremely nasal and almost comical. If they had been in an entirely different situation, Thalia bet all three of them would have laughed. As it was, they were rather frightened of the strange person. This was not the same person who had attended to her last year. Where was the grandmotherly witch that smelled of lavender and made one feel so comfortable? Who put this alien here? Thalia was about to say something when he spoke again.

“I say. Can I help you three?”

This repetition seemed to stir Vincent into action. “Please, she’s hurt her ankle,” he explained. “Can you do anything?”

The wizard in the doorway moved fractionally, just enough to let them pass. “Sit her down on one of the beds. She’ll be attended to in a moment.”

The three hobbled past and Thalia dropped to the bed with a bounce and a yelp. “Leprechaun taint! That hurt!”

Morgan grinned at her. “’Leprechaun taint’ is the best swear I’ve heard in a while. You seem to be full of surprises.”

“Stick around, it’ll get better,” she heard herself say and was rather shocked it came out of her mouth. Such a brazen thing to say! Before she could make some awkward apology, the comforting scent of lavender wafted her direction.

“Poor duck, what seems to be the problem?” It was the grandmotherly witch Thalia had desperately hoped to see. Before she could explain her predicament, the boys beat her to it.

“She fell down the stairs and can’t stand,” Vincent said helpfully.

“There is a big bruise growing on her ankle,” Morgan piped up.

“She winces when it’s touched.”

“I don’t think she can walk.”

“We helped her all the way here.”

Grandmother Nurse held up her hand for silence. The two boys shut up and looked at Thalia. She grinned weakly. “Well, that’s about it. I fell down; they found me and brought me here. Can you help me? I need to get back to my common room. It’s almost curfew!” she knew she sounded almost like she whining, but she really wanted to go back.

Vincent looked at Morgan and the two of them seemed to come to some agreement. “We’ll stay till you get fixed, then walk you back. Maybe you won’t get into trouble for being out if we’re all together,” Vincent offered.

“No such thing,” Grandmother Nurse said in her old voice. “Miss Banning is going to have to stay here for till morning. She has a bone to grow back.”

“What?” screeched Thalia. “Something is broken?” She had never broken a bone before, not even playing Quidditch as Beater. “I just fell! How can something be broken?”

“Now, now, duck. Calm yourself. It is just a small break, very clean and easily fixed. But it will take some time, so you need to stay here for the night and heal. Don’t look so concerned, Mr. Albright. Our Miss Banning will be right as rain in the morning.”

Thalia looked at Vincent out of the corner of her eye and he did look rather concerned. She couldn’t see Morgan’s face. “It’s alright,” she said, hoping she sounded nonchalant. “Thanks for all your help; you were so kind to help me.”

“Not at all,” Vincent replied with some formality. “Glad to help. Right, Morgan?”

Morgan appeared from behind Vincent with a somewhat ashen face. “Very glad,” he gulped. “See you later.” And with that he dashed back to the hallway. Vincent sighed and shook his head at Morgan’s retreating figure.

“See you later, Miss Banning.”


“Right. See you later, Thalia Banning.”

“See you.”

Thalia watched the two boys escape the Hospital Wing, confused at their hasty retreat. Especially Morgan’s odd departure.

“Don’t mind him, love. Young Mr. McFusty doesn’t like being up here,” Grandmother Nurse said reassuringly, patting Thalia’s head.


“Haven’t you heard about the McFusty boys? They love to torment little Morgan there. Sometimes they rough house too much and he ends up here with a bloody nose or some irksome spell after they’re done with him. Those brothers of his can be a force to behold. I do wish they would find someone besides their own brother to harass. Tis shameful!” Grandmother Nurse clucked as she poured a small glass of Skele-Grow for Thalia. “Drink this, duck, and your ankle will start to mend.”

She did as she was told, gagging at the bitter taste and pulling a wry face. “Yummy.”

There’s a good girl,” Grandmother Nurse cooed at her. Then she called over her shoulder; “Algernon! Algernon, come here!”

The sour faced wizard minced his way across the Wing to Grandmother Nurse’s side. “You called, ma’am?”

“Miss Banning will be staying the night with us tonight to heal her ankle. Please make sure she is comfortable. I’m off to check on the poor darling with no voice. He is so disgruntled, it almost breaks my heart!” She said this last part to Thalia before she tottered off to the other side of a dividing curtain.

Thalia turned apprehensively to the sour wizard who was apparently named Algernon. She expected him to be curt and not at all like Grandmother Nurse, but she was pleasantly surprised at his gentle and accommodating nature. He carefully helped her get settled for the night, turning away when she changed to some pajamas that appeared at the foot of her bed and tucking the sheets securely around her. Before he left for the night, he handed her a small pink potion bottle.

“What’s this?” she asked cautiously.

“Sweet pink liquorish. It’ll take the taste of the Skele-grow away without diluting the potion. Go ahead, take a swig. You’ll like it.”

Thalia did as she was bid and was very pleasantly surprised at the sweetness that filled her mouth and made her feel much better about life in general. Perhaps the nasal, sour Algernon wasn’t so bad after all. She smiled and thanked him, noticing for the first time that he had slate blue eyes, just like Morgan’s.


The next morning, Thalia found that her ankle was fully mended. She took a few cautious steps around the bed, knowing the wound was gone, but still wanting to be sure. As fun as it was to have an adventure out of the common room, she was eager to get back to some sense of normality. Now she had something to write home about.

She said goodbye to Grandmother Nurse and Algernon, who still looked as sour as ever, and headed for the door. It was a wonderful surprise to have fresh robes waiting for her next to a vanilla scented wash tub. She felt clean and fresh and totally looking forward to breakfast. Perhaps Vincent or Morgan would say hello to her. Perhaps Morgan would just say hello. He might even look at her. Thalia couldn’t help a slight giggle at the thought of the handsome Ravenclaw and his Scottish accent.

As always, the Great Hall was noisy and filled to the absolute brim with students, food and owls. Thalia went to the Gryffindor table and sat down to a heaping plate of  eggs, sausage, scones, black pudding, potatoes, mushrooms and a sliced tomato to top it all off. She was surprised at the spread. Apparently the Headmaster was trying to impress someone this morning. She didn’t let it bother her too much because she had just seen Morgan enter the Hall with Vincent. The two waved at her jovially. She about fell over with delight.


However, life resumed as normal for Thalia. Almost normal, that is. She now had two new friends to take up some of her time. She never realized that Vincent was in the same Potions class, probably because he sat in the back and she in the front. Nor had she realized that she and Morgan shared the same study period. The two of them tried to not stare at the other, but the tension between them was almost palatable. When one or the other was feeling particularly brazen, the would send a note fluttering across the room asking if the other would like to walk to dinner together. The answer was always yes, but it was exciting to receive a note from Morgan. Thalia did have a problem deciphering his poor handwriting. It would take her a few attempts before she could really figure out what it was he wanted.

 Perhaps normal was too strong a word. Life resumed, Thalia decided. It just resumed and maybe for the better. At least things got more interesting.

It was almost a month later when things really started happening. Thalia was on her way to History of Magic when a leggy Slytherin girl stopped her in the corridor.

“Hi. You don’t know me, but I’m a friend of Morgan’s.” She stuck her hand out for Thalia to take. We have Transfiguration together; I sit in the row to the left of you.”

Thalia wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Um, hello.”

“I know you’re headed off the class, but I wanted to give this to you. It’s from Morgan.” The girl handed Thalia a folded piece of parchment. She unfolded it warily, knowing that his handwriting was like Gobbledygook. Instead, she found this:



I am having Mary Cartwright write this for me. You are so wonderful and you make me feel excited every time I see you. Your smile lights up my day. I can’t think of anything that would make me happier than for you to be my girlfriend. Please note yes or no.


Below all that was a space for her to write her response. Thalia felt the air catch in her throat. “His girlfriend?” she squeaked. “Me?”

The girl, Mary, nodded excitedly. “You! Isn’t that wonderful? What are you going to write? You have to say something.”

“Say something. Of course. What? He wants me to- oh goodness. What can I-? How will-? What?” Thalia burst into a fit of giggles and turned away from Mary to reread the note from Morgan. She felt like screaming, crying and falling asleep all at once. The sleeping part was odd, but everything else seemed appropriate.

“I’ll let you give it back to him, all right? I’ve got to get to class. See you around. And good luck, by the way. I think you would be good together.” With that all too abrupt speech, Mary Cartwright turned on her heel and walked her leggy walk away toward the DivinationTower. Thalia watched her go and tried to get her brain back in gear.

Her brain, on the other hand, had no intention of going back to functioning properly. All she could think about was Morgan and the fact he wanted to be in a relationship. She spent the entirety of History of Magic reading the noted over and over again, dissecting every letter and trying to find possible hidden meanings behind every pen stroke. She agonized over what to write so she didn’t come across as a complete idiot and what would be the best way to give the note back with her reply. Owl? Friend? Levitation Charm over to his table? Owl? Vincent? Owl? Post to the Daily Prophet? Owl? Someone else’s owl?

“Why are things so bloody complicated?” She hissed to herself on the way to Study Period. It had completely slipped her mind that Morgan shared this time with her and at the sight of his softy curling brown hair, exquisite features, long fingered hands and dazzling slate blue eyes she almost fell over. He smiled at her from where he sat hunched over a pile of homework almost as big as his own slight self. Her heart started to pound more and more with each step she took toward him. When she finally reached the table where he sat she stopped and stared at him, clutching the note in one hand and a quill in the other.

“Hello,” he breathed in a soft voice. Speaking loudly wasn’t allowed during Study Period. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Before she could stop herself, Thalia slapped the note on the table, scribbled a huge YES on the bottom and flung it at Morgan. Then, with a squeaky giggle, she ran from the room, not caring where she went as long as it was away. Far away. Perhaps Russia was a good place to visit this time of year. She ran until she felt like her lungs would burst from lack of air and excitement. Finally coming to a stop in a courtyard, she flung herself onto a bench and tried to catch her breath. Had she really just accepted Morgan McFusty as a boyfriend? Boyfriend! The very word sent chills down her back. Oh, the romanticism of it all was almost too much to bear!

“Are you all right?”

“Fine!” Thalia screamed and jumped to her feet excitedly. “Just fine.”

Vincent Albright stood in front of her with a crooked grin on his face. “Really?”

“Yes really. I don’t think I’ve ever been better!” She grabbed his hand and made him sit beside her as she related the last ten minutes of her now wonderful life. He looked amused, puzzled and happy all at once.

“Congrats, Thalia. I hope everything works out for you two. You’re both wonderful.”

Thalia was about to thank him and agree when she saw Morgan himself standing at the door to the courtyard looking around, obviously searching for someone. Vincent saw him too.

“I think I have urgent business somewhere else. I, ah, left my cauldron on. Have to take care of that you know, very important and all that. See you!”

She barely noticed when he left. All she saw was Morgan heading her direction. If there was ever a happier and swoon-ier twelve year old person in all of Britain, Thalia would have bet that her happiness and swoons would have trumped theirs.


“Hey,” she replied, wishing that she had something amazing to say.

“I got your note.”

“I see.” Way to state the obvious…

“Do you really want to, I mean…are you serious?”

Thalia gulped. “Of course. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah!” Morgan said, taking her hand in his and lacing his fingers with hers. She was sure that this had to be a dream. An amazing dream that would end at any moment. It had to be a dream. Just had to.

In a way, the dream did end. A prefect saw them and chased them back to Study Period where they belonged. However, the prefect didn’t stop them from holding hands the entire way back.

So that was it. Thalia and Morgan were now an item. Dating. In a relationship. Free to snog when the fancy struck. There were love letters and tokens to be exchanged, kisses to be stolen when no one was looking and more swooning than a girl reading a romance novel. It was true. No twelve-year-old girl could be happier at that exact moment than when Thalia Banning realized that she was lucky enough to be Morgan McFusty’s girlfriend.

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