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26 Mar 2018, 12:25 AM
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<t>Meg was indescribably bored</t> and more than a little too far into her champagne for the evening. She couldn’t rationalize why the Ministry had demanded everyone be present for the celebration, and she was nowhere near in a celebratory mood. Still, she did her best to keep a decently pleasant expression on her face. It wouldn’t do to look like she wasn’t having a good time. After all, she didn’t know who could be watching, and she couldn’t risk offending one of her superiors.
<p>When her gaze fell on a familiar face across the room, she paused. She’d known rationally that Vanesa was probably here somewhere, but she had begun to lose hope of running into her sister. Vanesa seemed determined to avoid her, recently, and Meg couldn’t wrap her head around why. Whatever the reason, she didn’t want to allow her sister to push her away. They worked in the same place, after all, and each of them needed all the allies they could get, with so much changing around them.
<p>Meg took another sip from her glass and made her way through the crowd toward Vanesa, smiling as she approached. <b>“I wondered if you were going to be here,”</b> she said. Meg smoothed her skirt into alignment as she came to a halt beside her sister, her smile still in place.


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<t>Though she didn't plan</t> to admit it aloud, at least not to anyone she didn’t trust not to repeat it to someone of a higher rank than herself, Meg wasn’t sure what to make of the transition to a unified power structure under the new Ministry of Europe. She’d been perfectly content working for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at its original location, and if she had to pack up her belongings, clean out her office, and try to fix that half-melted spot in the floor that whoever had worked there before her had caused with a displaced spell, she would’ve preferred to be consulted about it first. She knew she was considerably lower on the totem pole than anyone Minister Cobblepot or the new European Minister Vermillion would have asked for an opinion, and that thought chafed at the back of her mind.
<p>She remembered the first time she’d pulled her father’s work robes from their hanger in closet and paraded around the house, telling everyone in the family that she was the Minister of Magic. Perhaps if she wasn’t so terrified of public scrutiny leading to the public finding out something about her that it shouldn’t, she would run for office someday. But she saw no way to make that dream a reality in the foreseeable future, which left her here, on her second glass of champagne at the “compulsory celebratory party” she’d been forced to attend.
<p>The idea was enough to make Meg grimace into her drink. She took a long sip to cover the expression and surveyed the room over the rim of her glass. She didn’t know what the others from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement felt on the subject of the new order of things, but she was certain of one notion: nothing could be entirely good when people were forced to celebrate it. If the idea had held enough merit on its own, Meg told herself, she wouldn’t have been required to take a day off to be here and plaster on a fake smile.
<p>She smoothed her lavender skirt and tried to look more enthusiastic than she felt. <i>It’s not like the party will last all day,</i> she reasoned. She knew she should probably do a better job of being social with her coworkers, anyway. She squared her shoulders and took a drink.


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<t>It</t> was a cold night at Hogwarts. Meg had spent most of the evening beside the fire in the Slytherin common room, curled up in a black leather armchair with Adonis in the one across from her, a book in her lap. She’d finished her assignments the night before, and with the weekend almost over, she was determined to do something she enjoyed. Meg had never been overly fond of snow, and as soon as it had begun to fall, she’d decided now was as good of a time as any to finish the novel she’d been reading.
<p>As students passed through the common room on the way to their dormitories, she glanced up, wondering when her sister would return. For years, Meg had looked forward to the day Vanesa would join her at Hogwarts, and much to her delight, they had been sorted into the same house when that day had finally come. Still, they hadn’t spent as much time together as Meg had hoped. She knew their differing schedules kept them apart quite a bit, and at least they had Quidditch together, but at every opportunity, Meg hung around in the common room a little longer than she needed to, hoping that she might catch her sister for even a few minutes.
<p>Adonis had finally left for bed, and Meg sat by the fire, her head resting against the arm of the chair as she tried to read, though her eyes kept glazing over and her tired mind drifted often.

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<h2>Name</h2> <h3>Megara “Meg” Isabel Morado</h3>
<h2>Age</h2> <h3>Twenty-two</h3>
<h2>Member Group</h2> <h3>Ministry</h3>
<h2>Pref. Pronoun</h2> <h3>She/her/hers</h3>
<h2>Face Claim</h2> <h3>Lucy Hale</h3>
<h2>Sexual Orientation</h2> <h3>Demisexual</h3>

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<h2>Occupation</h2> <h3>Hit Witch, Department of Magical Law Enforcement</h3>
<h2>Workplace/School</h2> <h3>Former Slytherin</h3>
<h2>Class</h2> <h3>N/A</h3>

<h1>Magic</h1>

<h2>Blood Status</h2> <h3>Halfblood</h3>
<h2>Wand</h2> <h3>Aspen with a rougarou hair core, 10 1/4 inches</h3>
<h2>Boggart</h2> <h3>Herself in shackles and Azkaban robes.</h3>
<h2>Patronus and memory</h2> <h3>Meg has trouble performing a Patronus Charm since the Horcrux incident, but when she can manage it, it takes the form of a Pegasus. The memory is her last birthday party at home before she moved out, when her whole family was together and things were peaceful.</h3>
<h2>Dementor-induced memory</h2> <h3>Watching her ex-boyfriend murder an innocent woman</h3>
<h2>Mirror of Erised</h2> <h3>She would see herself back at Hogwarts, young and unstained by the bad choices that have come to define her. In the memory, she is smiling, wearing her Slytherin Quidditch robes.</h3>

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<h2>Alias</h2> <h3>Cissa</h3>
<h2>Timezone</h2> <h3>Central</h3>
<h2>Contact</h2> <h3>PM, Discord</h3>
<h2>Other Characters</h2> <h3><a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=4943&hl=">Jean Grey</a></h3>

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<i>The album Meg has played on repeat the most says more about her than she would care to admit. She keeps her first copy of Panic at the Disco’s</i> Vices and Virtues<i> at the back of her desk on Level Four. Her older sister bought her the CD for her seventeenth birthday.</i>

<p><b>01. The Ballad of Mona Lisa</b>
<p><i>“She paints her fingers with a close precision. He starts to notice empty bottles of gin and takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for.”</i>
<p>It was only ten in the morning. Her head still throbbed from the bottle of firewhiskey she had finished off before passing out on the bathroom floor and, she guessed, from the impact of her forehead against the tile.
It had been three months since she’d last seen Adonis. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t erase the flash of green light or the image of an innocent woman’s body hitting the ground from her memory. The alcohol helped her to forget, sometimes, until its effects dulled and she had to try again.
<p>She plastered on a smile and drummed her fuchsia fingernails against the counter and beckoned the bartender closer.

<p><b>02. Let’s Kill Tonight</b>
<p><i>“Let's kill tonight! Kill tonight! Show them all you're not the ordinary type.”</i>
<p>“You’re shitting me.”
<p>Meg stared at him, her mind screaming at her to run. Adonis simply shrugged. He kept his wand trained on the Muggle girl he’d already bound with a quick Incarcerous.
<p>“Don, this is insane.” Meg took a step backward with a quick shake of her head.
<p>Adonis let out a short laugh, his lips twitching upward into a smile. “Don’t you want to live forever?” he asked.

<p><b>03. Hurricane</b>
<p><i>“And I believe that half the time, I am a wolf among the sheep gnawing at the wool over my eyes.”</i>
<p>Meg straightened the collar of her blazer and smoothed her pencil skirt absently as she scanned the faces of the assembled Ministry personnel. With a quiet sigh, she took a champagne flute from the drink table and downed it. She took her time with the second one, surveying the room over its rim and allowing herself to wonder how many of these people had killed. How many had watched the light leave someone’s eyes? Meg felt suddenly far too warm, and she wanted to be anywhere but here. She pulled in a long breath and sipped her champagne.

<p><b>04. Memories</b>
<p><i>“Oh memories, where'd you go? You were all I've ever known. How I miss yesterday. How I let it fade away.”</i>
<p>Meg nudged a quill back into place in its line on her desk. She followed the line of the feather with her eyes, knowing it would lead to the same place it always did. In the photo sitting before her in its little black frame, she stood with one arm around each of the sisters closest to her in age. She glanced from her older sister, who had held her the first time she’d fallen off her broom and bloodied her knee, to Vanesa, who had trusted her enough to spend a summer with her between school terms, oblivious to the blood on her hands.

<p><b>05. Trade Mistakes</b>
<p><i>“If I could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep. I'll stay awake 'til I trade my mistakes or they fade away.”</i>
<p>Staring upward into the darkness, Meg listened to her sister in the next room. She loved having her space—living alone in a flat in London was far more peaceful than sharing a house with four siblings and her parents. But the idea that Vanesa was staying nearby even for a little while brought her immeasurable comfort. When she closed her eyes, she pretended she was back at home and would wake to a world that made more sense.

<p><b>06. Ready to Go (Get Me Out of My Mind)</b>
<p><i>“You’ve got these little things that you've been running from. You either love it or I guess you don't.”</i>
<p>The wind rattled the signs hanging along the end of Diagon Alley, and Meg pulled her coat tighter around her. She stared around the edge of the nearest shop and toward Knockturn Alley. The thought of how swiftly her employment would be terminated if her boss found her here gave her a small, sick thrill. She entertained the idea of scouring the shops for a few moments longer, and then she turned away.
<p>It wouldn’t do to be seen here, at least during daylight.

<p><b>07. Always</b>
<p><i>“I'm skin and bone, just a king and a rusty throne. Oh, the castle's under siege, but the sign outside says, ‘Leave me alone.’”</i>
<p>She watched his peaceful face as he slept. Over the last several days, he’d been distant. Odd. Adonis had always been odd, but this was different. She saw the end of his wand protruding from beneath his pillow, and she knew something within him had cracked. Meg rolled over quietly and stared at the door through the darkness, doing her best not to think too much about what shapes the shadows made. <i>Was he worth all this?</i>

<p><b>08. The Calendar</b>
<p><i>“Feel like an ambulance chaser of faith. Pray I could replace her. Forget the way her tears taste.”</i>
<p>Meg held eye contact with the target, refusing to blink. Her eyes burned, but she couldn’t break her focus. She had been tasked with apprehending a dark witch responsible for a string of murders. Even a slight lapse in judgment could cost her life.
<p>The Meg of even a year earlier would have laughed into her whiskey at the thought that she would have moved from secretary to Hit Witch. The less her superiors ever found out about her past, the better it would be for her. She knew it was inevitable—someday, she would end up in Azkaban. Or dead. She couldn’t decide which sounded better.
<p>For now, she cast the quickest <i>Stupefy</i> she had ever uttered and watched her target fall, hoping that the woman who haunted her nightmares would be satisfied enough by this act of penance not to appear tonight.

<p><b>09. Sarah Smiles</b>
<p><i>“Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in. We both know you'd already win. Mm, you’re original sin.”</i>
<p>Meg leaned back against the common room wall with a smirk. She pulled Adonis closer by his green-striped tie and trailed her fingers lightly through his hair. She’d had her eye on him for months, and she didn’t plan to let the opportunity pass, now that he’d noticed her. She guided his face down to hers and kissed him tenderly.

<p><b>10. Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met)</b>
<p><i>“You have set your heart on haunting me forever, from the start. It's never silent.”</i>
<p>The edge of a photograph peeked out from beneath the closet door. A pull at the pit of her stomach told her not to look. Still, she couldn’t resist the need to see what it was that the universe had decided to push under her nose this time. Since he’d left, she’d found little reminders—a shirt at the bottom of the hamper, a cufflink in the dresser drawer. She knew it was masochistic, but she sometimes liked the signs that someone else had been here once, even if he’d turned out to be… wrong for her.
<p>She knelt by the door and pulled the photo out by its corner. With a sharp exhale, she scanned the image that was, in actuality, of her standing between her parents on her first trip to Platform 9 ¾. She ignored the twinge of disappointment.

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<h1>HISTORY</h1>
<p>As her parents’ second child and the first one to be born magical, Meg has always wanted to prove herself capable of great things. Though her older sister wasn’t magical, she still had the advantage of age that led Meg to feel like she was falling behind, and she hoped to close the gap by excelling in the talent that only she—at first, until her younger siblings came along—had inherited from her father. The feeling of constant competition that stemmed from this relationship and from being eventually one of five siblings brought out an unquenchable ambition in Meg.
<p>This manifested at an early age through a huge interest in politics. Meg often “borrowed” her father’s work robes and dressed up in them, parading around the house and telling everyone she was the Minister of Magic. That was her answer every time an adult asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. Her family relocated from Segovia, Spain, to Bristol the year before she was scheduled to begin her magical schooling, and when she was sorted into Slytherin at Hogwarts, her family was unsurprised. She kissed up to her professors, making sure each thought their class was her favorite, and was thrilled when her people-pleasing led to a role as a prefect and later as Head Girl. She played as a Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team and served as captain in her seventh year, and she typically enjoyed her studies. She wasn't wonderful at Potions, but she tried to overcompensate for this weakness by sharpening her other talents, particularly her skill in Transfiguration. She was as good at turning one thing into something else as she was at turning herself into whatever someone wanted to see when they looked at her—a bright and determined student, a tough-as-nails captain who made her players run laps around the Quidditch pitch when they disobeyed her or failed, the responsible sibling who could always be trusted to care for and guide the younger Morado children, or whatever else was necessary. Meg always knew how to present herself to get what she wanted.
<p>She didn’t count on falling head-over-heels in love. She’d known Adonis in a polite social capacity for years, but it wasn’t until their time together as Slytherin prefects that she admitted to herself how attractive she found him. He understood her drive to be the best and loved her for who she was, and the two of them quickly developed plans to go into politics together after school. Meg loved his bad-boy charm. It wasn’t until after Hogwarts, when the two of them were madly in love and had just gotten engaged, that she realized exactly how bad she was.
<p>Admittedly, Meg had dabbled in dark magic before. She knew Adonis was farther down that particular rabbit hole than she was, but she loved him, and she didn’t plan to let something like that come between them. But then he asked her to help him create a horcrux.
<p><i>Anything for you</i> was her first reaction. She didn’t realize at first what he was asking of her, what it took to enact that breed of dark magic. She agreed blindly, and she has regretted this choice every day since. She didn't put the pieces together until it was too late. One night a few weeks after Meg had started working as a secretary within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Adonis dragged her along on a trip into Muggle London. He lured a young woman into an alley and murdered her without a second thought, and the instant the green light faded, Meg was left with a choice: run and risk Adonis killing her too, now that she knew too much, or stay and let him finish what he'd started.
<p>She chose the latter. She wanted no part in the horcrux's creation, and she began to pull away from Adonis as he completed the process by casting a small portion of his soul into a vase he then buried within his family's Gringotts vault. He became paranoid and volatile, sitting up at all hours talking to himself and avoiding basic necessities like food and sunlight more all the time. Though Meg was crushed when he disappeared altogether in the middle of the night, she was also somewhat relieved. She had become terrified of the man she'd once loved. She'd had her suspicions that he was seeing someone else behind her back, and she never found out whether he had run off with another woman or his declining physical and mental state had finally pushed him to do something more drastic.
<p>Her guilt continued to plague her even after Adonis had gone. She developed an alcohol problem that she has since tried unsuccessfully to kick several times, especially when her younger sister Vanesa spent a summer with her and Meg was determined not to be a completely terrible influence. The woman Adonis murdered became Meg's most frequent recurring nightmare, and this unending torment led her to pursue a promotion within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. As a Hit Witch, Meg told herself, she could take out dangerous people like Adonis before they could harm more innocents. She could redeem herself.
<p>She got the job, and though it wasn't the reprieve from guilt she had hoped, she still tries to persuade herself that it could be eventually. Still, she can't deny the darkness that has awakened within her and how tempting it can be to give in to self-destructive tendencies and dabble in dark magic now and then. It doesn't help that she now finds herself a contact for Bill Cipher...
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•<b>Name:</b> The full name Megara and nickname Meg are derived from the canon version appearing in Disney’s <i>Hercules.</i> She is the sister of Bomb character Vanesa Morado, and the sisters’ surname is Spanish for “purple.” Meg wears a purple dress throughout <i>Hercules</i> and the television spinoff series. <p>
•<b>Personality:</b> Meg is jaded and cynical, like her canon counterpart. This often manifests in sarcasm and a tendency to be judgmental of others. <p>
•<b>Patronus:</b> In canon, Hercules’s companion Pegasus can’t stand Meg at first and doesn’t trust her. As she becomes a better person and redeems herself, Pegasus warms up to her. Here, her patronus takes the form of a Pegasus, but she fails at conjuring it more times than not. She finds it difficult to hold onto a pure, happy memory long enough to do so. <p>
•<b>Music:</b> Meg is made of contradictions. In canon, she dances on the line between good and evil, and she sings about how much she doesn’t want to admit being in love even though she has completely fallen for Hercules. The app features short drabbles based on the Panic at the Disco album <i>Vices and Virtues.</i> Each song applies to Meg’s life in a different personality-shaping way, and even the album title implies the contradiction that defines Meg: she’s drawn to the dark as much as the light. (It's also a nod to the sins vs. virtues in Vanesa's app.)<p>
•<b>Profession:</b> In canon, Meg is constantly endangered by her work for Hades (e.g.: her run-in with the centaur Nessus) and is used to bait Hercules into traps. Eventually, though, she sacrifices herself by pushing Hercules out of the way of a falling pillar and saves his life at the risk of her own. As a Hit Witch, Meg willingly endangers herself in the line of duty. She is determined to redeem herself in some way for her involvement with the horcrux and takes genuine joy in saving innocents from dangerous criminals. When her true “boss” isn’t using her to target people he wants out of the way. <p>
•<b>History:</b> Meg’s cynicism is a direct result of her background. In canon, she sold her soul to Hades, God of the Underworld, in order to save the life of her boyfriend. There is some conjecture on the Disney Wikia that the man in question was Prince Adonis, after whom the Bomb version of Meg’s ex has been named. After canon Meg offered her soul to save her boyfriend, he left her for another woman, and she was left brokenhearted with nothing left apart from the debt she owed Hades. Instead of selling her soul, this Meg has damaged her soul irreparably by not intervening in the splitting of Adonis’s soul through his creation of a horcrux. Meg is still guilt-ridden and filled with self-loathing even now, years after the act, and she is plagued by nightmares of the woman she watched him kill. Here, Adonis left Meg, as well, and she speculates that it was either for someone else or because of the toll creating a horcrux took on him. Instead of selling her soul to Hades, Meg has effectively sold her soul to Bill Cipher, working as one of his contacts within the Ministry. (I haven’t gone into much detail here because I didn’t want to risk interfering with Bill’s history and characterization, but Kitten and I have agreed that Meg works for him.)



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