Miss Morrigan Linden/Mrs. Morrigan Lawson

Hello there. I'm Morrigan Linden, twenty eight years old (or slightly older) and am employed by the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. If you want to get to know me, all you have to do is ask! P.S. I'm not a professor in any way, shape, or form. I've just placed the title with my name for as long as I can remember! *smiles with a shrug* Yes, I am a divorcee...and reconciler. My husband is, and always will be Ethan Lawson. Our mothers give us so much crap for divorcing and I'm just sick and tired of hearing about it. I actually prefer my independence rather than being tied down. We fought a lot and I hadn't seen him since our divorce. That was until he showed up in my life again, nearly a decade after our divorce. Time hadn't changed our feelings for each other, but it also gave us the maturity that we needed to realize that we were really meant to be together. And our life is just starting again. Fate eventually gave us the chance to be parents. Our daughter, Kate Lawson was an orphan, alone in the world, until we stepped up at the Ministry of Magic and said that we would be her legal guardians. Face Character: Holly Marie Combs (a.k.a. Piper Halliwell from Charmed) -- Postwar Elizabeth Reaser (a.k.a. Esme Cullen from Twilight) - Next Generation HP

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I’m still logged in on here BUT I don’t know my password, and I can’t change my email so this is officially archived.

I have an email on reserve to make a new blog for her.

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New Lost Girl stills: 5.13 “Family portrait” (x)

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Where’s the foreplay? Where’s the s e d u c t i o n ?

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Favorite Bo Dennis moments

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Bo Dennis + uniforms 

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fyeahlostgirl’s gifs countdown to the Lost Girl s5b premiere

Season 4 Episode 8 —– requested by JordanThane

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other OTHER alternate Morrigan FC, Anna Silk :)

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WTF/Don’t Kill Me, Being Dead Sucked.

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Avian Winters had finished filing her paperwork for the week. She flipped through her notebook and checked the appropriate boxes off her To Do List. Morrigan was scheduled back today. Excellent. She opened a file cabinet and retrieved the updated files. Some of Morrigan’s cases had been reassigned, left open, or closed and it was imperative that she be up to date.

Winters’ official job description was related to department PR and maintaining it’s reputation of excellence, but she also prided herself on being a ‘big picture’ thinker. If she could help HR make this transition smoother for Morrigan, then she would. Smooth transitions meant higher efficiency and more cases closed. She scooped up the files, her heels click-clacked with purpose, and she gracefully slipped the heft of files onto Morrigan’s desk. “Welcome back. How was it across the pond?” She separated the files into three stacks as she spoke. Closed. Updated reassigned. Updated and still open. She tapped the last one stack. “You only have to worry about these. The rest are if you’re curious about progress. You can read those at your leisure.”

She turned to leave, but remembered she had one more thing to say.“I put Jordan in updated reassigned because that was the closest I could come up with and having one file in a stack takes too much space. I know he wasn’t your case, but I saw you requested info a while back so…Welcome back present.Actually–”She took her notebook back out. “I should get you one–” and scribbled ‘Brainstorm welcome back presents for Morrigan’ and ‘buy present for Morrigan.’

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She was distracted from her thoughts by the gradual sound of clicking heels and finished with a big thump to her desk.  Another stack of manila folders. Great.  Morrigan looked up to see Avian Winters standing near her.  She raised her brows.  “W-Winters.  Hi. Haven’t seen you in a long time. What’s all this?” she asked, until the other woman explained.  “Yeah it’s been pretty busy over in the States.  Probably as much as it is here, so nothing’s really that different to our routine, except for the time change.  Jet lag, and all.”

The folders were separated into three piles, just as Winters indicated.  “Thanks.  I’ll have to thank whoever took over my cases while I was gone.  I can’t imagine having to redistribute information and getting others to learn about it was easy.  But I’ll look through what I can and see what I can dive into, so thank you again. Really.”

Morrigan was about to look through the stack when she noticed Winters was going to leave, but the other woman spoke again, catching her attention.

“Jordan?  Lee Jordan?  I heard he was dead!”  Was there a postmortem case going on that she didn’t know about?

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˝Yeah. Sure.˝ Kanika mumbled before placing the cigarette between her lips again, closing her eyes as she let the harmful smoke fill her lungs. It didn’t calm her down as good as some other things did, but she had to work with things she had at hand. 

When the next question was asked, Kanika’s throat clenched and suddenly it seemed harder for her to breathe. Where to even start? There was no way she could lie about all these things, as no one couldn’t have the Dark Mark unless they killed people and showed their worth to the Dark Lord. ˝B-both…˝ She whispered, hoping that no further questions will be asked about the subject. There was no way she could talk about it sober.

˝…w-what happened…?˝ Wouldn’t she like to know… ˝I w-was just a few months old when they were k-killed by Aurors… That’s all I know… T-they didn’t even get a fair trial, but were simply killed off in their own h-home… That’s what was said in their files… That’s all I know…˝ There was no doubt that Kanika was still bitter about it, that she maybe even despised Aurors for what they did to her parents. Their deaths were the reason for her ending up here, ending up messed up like this. 

Unlike her uncle, who was sentenced to Azkaban, Kanika’s parents weren’t so ‘lucky’. She couldn’t talk to them, like she could talk to her uncle when she would visit him; it was almost like she never met them.

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Of course Morrigan was far from done on questioning Kanika.  “How many people was it, and how did that make you feel?”  Not that she was exactly a psychologist, but she had to cover her bases somehow.  “Their identities.  Do you even remember who they are?”  Some killers kept a track record in their minds, secret journals, or by photo. Was Miss Celeber like them?

“Honestly, you don’t strike me as someone who would willingly want to kill someone by choice.  This was your job, more or less, right?”

There was nothing she could do about the situation about her parents.  Kanika didn’t know them, and the admission that they were killed by Aurors definitely caught her attention.  What was she to say?  My condolences?  Sorry your parents were supposedly unfairly killed by people I may know?  You’re totally misinformed?  She didn’t know about them, period.

“Judging by the date, I assume this was the time of the First Wizarding War.  Is that correct?  Were your parents also Death Eaters, do you know?”  To warrant an assassination as such, something drastic had to have happened.  That, or the politics in the Ministry were totally corrupt back then.

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Jetlag | a family drabble

Early morning, at the Lawson residence...London, England.

0600 hours

BEEP.  BEEP.  BEEP.  BEEP.  BEEP.  BEEP.

The incessant blaring of the alarm clock roused Morrigan Linden from her sleep in a bed that she hadn't seen for half a year.  She slammed a hand over the top of the digital clock before retreating her arm back under the blanket.  A hard body stirred next to her, warm and inviting.  Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, and Morrigan herself pushed herself backwards to spoon against the man known as her husband, Ethan Lawson.

"Mm...five more minutes, baby," he murmured in his half-awakened state.  She turned her head to find a smile etched on his face, neither of them wanting to leave their bed.  But they'd just returned to start the second half of their jobs for the year.

"I'd say we could sleep in, but considering we took the past two days off to settle in, it's time to go back to work.  The hospital needs their star doctor back," she chuckled.  She took one of Ethan's hands that was holding her body close to him, and kissed the top of it.   "And I've gotta get back to the Ministry.  See what's been going on since we've been gone.  Kate has to wake up, too.  School and all."

Kate was their adopted daughter, for all intents and purposes.  Born under unusual means, she was a girl who had issues with adjusting to normal life.  Normal, for girls of her age, was going out with friends, talking on the phone till late at night, going out on dates with boys.  But in her case, this particular girl was kept under lock and key for nearly her entire life, until a couple of years ago.

Ethan removed his grip on his wife and rolled off his side of the bed.  Morrigan sat up and stretched for a moment.   E: "I'll wake her, then make breakfast.  What do you want?" M: "Hmm...eggs and strawberry pancakes, maybe." E: "That, I'll do."

With that, he placed a kiss on Morrigan's lips and then left the room in his white t-shirt and blue striped pajama bottoms.  Morrigan looked down at the covers over her lap and haphazardly splayed over the mattress, mulling over random thoughts of the day before getting out of bed as well.

Down the hall, Ethan opened the door to Kate's room.  Not surprised to find her still asleep in this early hour, he went over to her bed and gently shook her awake.  "Kate?  Kate, hey.  It's time to wake up now.  You gotta go back to school today, kiddo."  

Sleepy blue eyes blinked and focused on her surroundings, as well as the person standing above her.  "Dad?" she murmured, followed by inhaling a deep breath and stretching out on the length of the bed for a moment, just as Morrigan did earlier.  She rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

 K :"Monday already, huh?"

Ethan chuckled.  "Yeah, it is.  Get up," he said gently.  "I'm making you pancakes and eggs.  Sound good?"  The young girl nodded.  "I'll be there...just give me twenty minutes."

E: "All right.  Go take a shower and come down later." K: "Thanks, Dad."

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WTF/Don’t Kill Me, Being Dead Sucked.

It had been half a year since Morrigan Linden last lived in England.  This was her and Ethan's life, all right.  Six months in the States, and six months in the U.K.  But the Ministry of Magic welcomed her back, like St. Mungo's had done with Ethan.

Her desk had been left relatively untouched, with the exception of the cleaning crews who dusted the place every now and then.  Whatever pictures she'd put up were still in their proper places.  The desk itself was locked, and she carried one of the two keys that opened it (the other owner being the head of the department itself).

She opened a desk drawer with the key in her hand.  A line of folders were still inside--cases which she had worked on and notes she'd jotted down.  Running her fingers through the tabs, she familiarized herself with each one by the labels.  Kanika Celeber, Lee Jordan, Katerina Spenser, among several others.  The two females were known Death Eaters.  The singular male...a semi-close friend (acquaintance?) who'd snapped on her because she tailed him for too long.

Morrigan remembered that day, never quite knowing what exactly had happened to him.  But she had an inkling and he wouldn't let her solve it.

And then one day, he died.

Poor guy.  Morrigan's eyes shifted away from the folders, as she stared off into space, lost in thought.

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Normal cigarette? For a moment Kanika looked confused again, and she glanced at the cigarette held between her cigarettes, like she wasn’t really sure if it was. ˝…yeah. Yeah, I think so…˝ She mumbled, trying to remember if maybe she hadn’t been adding some weed into her rolled cigarettes. Lately such weak drugs couldn’t get her high anymore. One thing was sure, though. It wasn’t crack. She hadn’t had that drug for a whilst now. 

At the mention of her uncle, the teenager winced a little, too many bad memories flooding her brain. The one where she saw him getting killed by an Auror before her eyes was the worst. 

˝…freely. They were the only ones that wanted me.˝ She said quietly, sounding bitter. All her life she just wanted to belong, and they didn’t mind her drug addiction as long as she was doing her job right. And she was. 

Maybe it was because of the cigarette, or maybe simply because she didn’t see a way to get out of this and had started to give up, but her nervousness was more or less gone. She worried about other things now. The drug withdrawal that could start happening soon, the fact that she was the only member of her family that was still alive, and that she was probably going to end up like all of them. Dead at rather young age.

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"You think so?"  She shrugged.  "As long as I don't get a contact high, I don't really care what you smoke in here.  My colleagues, however, might object.  So let's just keep that from them, okay?"

She watched Kanika closely as she hit the first couple of questions.  Of course, Kanika wasn't the first person to be initiated into a gang--to feel left out from the rest of the normal world, so you had to join a gang in order to have the illusion that you found a family to fit in.  But this particular group was different from the rest, and for good reason.

"They initiated you with the mark of the Death Eaters--proof enough on your arm.  Have you ever killed anybody?  For revenge, missions sent by Voldemort?  I want to know."

Her brows furrowed.  "What happened to your parents?  I mean--I know what happened to them, but I want to know how they ended up the way they did."  A sensitive subject, of course, but it had to be asked.

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Another question. Kanika nodded, forgetting for a moment that she had to answer it with words, as the whole thing was recorded after all. ˝Um… yeah. Yeah, I swear I will…˝ She mumbled, once again glancing at her hands. Her nervousness and fear were killing her and although she thought she might be able to go through this without craving for a cigarette, she was wrong.

Although handcuffed, she managed to take out her pack of cigarettes and took one with her mouth, before lighting it with a muggle lighter and taking in a long drag. Not having been educated anywhere else but in Hogwarts, she knew little about politeness and the overall ban where it was usually forbidden to smoke in the buildings.

However, considering that her future didn’t look too bright anyway, she knew that one cigarette won’t make things worse. When the Auror closed the file, Kanika couldn’t help herself but to wonder what exactly was written there. She did some bad things, that was for certain, but how much did the Ministry know about it? Could it be that they knew that she once even got in trouble in a muggle world for drug possession? It was impossible to tell.

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She raised a brow.  The girl didn't seem like she would take this interrogation seriously.  Or if she did, Morrigan didn't know.  She was only here to do her job.  The smoke made her cough uncomfortably a little, but she just waved her hand through the air before opening a window.  Despite the "no smoking" rule in the building, Morrigan shrugged it off, figuring Kanika wouldn't care.

"That's a normal cigarette, correct?"  Hopefully Ms. Celeber wasn't stupid enough to bring illicit drugs into the Ministry of Magic.

When she was finished perusing the file, she put the folder down.  It fell to the table with a loud slap and Morrigan's attention was focused on Kanika herself again.

"In your folder, it says that you are associated with the Death Eaters by way of your uncle.  Tell me, was your joining a matter of coercion, or did you join them freely?"

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Hey, you owe me a dance!

"Aye, I do."

"Hello again Morrigan."

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"Well not regular but she does know her way around the dance floor, think it might have been a required thing to learn during her time at Hogwarts, you know before they cancelled the Tournament." 

"I moved out as soon as I signed with Puddlemere," he nodded gently, "But mum check up on me often, you know over protective mums and their only children." 

"I enjoy cooking but I first learned it for the sake of keeping up during training."

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"Mm.  My mom's the same, but it's kinda embarrassing when you watch your parents dance.  Or maybe it's because they're my parents that I get embarrassed.  Anyways...the Tournament--do you mean the Triwizard Tournament?"

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Damn tumblr y'all keep posting x-rated ish while i'm on public wifi, I can't even do this!

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Hey, you owe me a dance!

"Aye, I do."

"Hello again Morrigan."

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"Fair point, and I graduated the year before the Tournament so I was on my own, but mum needed someone to practice with so I kindly stepped up." He nodded, "Off the beaten path, it’s understandable. I feel like I’m never home which is probably why I enjoy that I live in a bigger city."

"Aye, mum taught me that too." He looked at her, "Also it was sort of necessary as a part of the whole specialized diet, who else would cook for me?" 

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"Your mom's a regular ballroom dancer?"  She wanted to grin at this, but any more smiling and her face would hurt.  "I guess you pretty much had to take care of yourself.  What person who moved away from home wouldn't?  And we all had to do that sometime."  Morrigan nodded, knowing how her mom felt the first time she moved out of the house--the next, when she moved all the way to London just for her job.  Rose Linden thought she was nuts.

"I...kinda cook too, yeah, but not for any special diets.  Just for the love of cooking."

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Kanika looked away, not really comfortable with being examined like this. Quietly, she glanced at her handcuffs and wondered what her future now will be. Did she even have any chance of getting away with everything?

The question confused Kanika, and it took her a few moments to realize that the Auror was asking for a permission. ˝Yeah… Yeah, sure. Go ahead.˝ She nodded, smiling slightly. Somehow it made her feel better to know that the woman was at least polite. When she did took the folder, Kanika took in a deep breath, not knowing what was to happen now.

˝…r-recorded…? Oh…˝ Not having been arrested before, all this was new to the young criminal. ˝It’s.. It’s Kanika. My name is Kanika Celeber. Middle name Devan, b-but don’t know if that really matters…?˝

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Morrigan shrugged, but continued on.  The folder was closed momentarily, her fingers temporarily bookmarking a section she was flipping through  "Do you swear to answer each question with a truthful statement?"  Interviewing someone for a deposition was interesting work, to say the least.  It was part of her job, and she had to show that she was good at it.  Maintaining an air of professionalism was absolutely crucial, especially since she'd been bumped down a peg or two for trying to mess with a Death Eater on her own, with no direct orders from the Ministry of Magic.

The handcuffed girl was relatively young to be involved with the Death Eaters, in any case.  Morrigan frowned.  Then again, there was also that one kid, Draco Malfoy, whose parents had some sort of longstanding tradition of being on that side of things.

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Hey, you owe me a dance!

"Aye, I do."

"Hello again Morrigan."

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"That’s true, they could offer it to you. I mean Hogwarts offered lessons when they hosted the Yule Ball." He chuckled, "Fraid I’m not terribly interesting though yes believe it or not I do have interests outside of Quidditch. I like to travel which is quite nice when you’re in the league because we show up a day or so in advance to practice on the Pitch and then we get time to ourselves. I have a god named Dodger so take him out running in Glasgow quite often." HE considered what else he should tell her, "I cook, and I read a few books now and again." 

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She shook her head, blushing in embarrassment.  "Well, the Ministry of Magic isn't Hogwarts.  I'd have to learn the lessons in my own time, with my own money."  Morrigan gave a sidelong glance to the wall.  "At least where I live, I'd have to do so."

Something about him caught her attention pretty quickly.  "You cook?"