chapter 5

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an old friend

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warning: mention of abuse and ED


marion was awake before oliver, which was unusual. of course she wouldn't let the possibility of waking him up slide. going to the bathroom she filled a cup with ice cold water.

the sun was shining through the window casting a shine on the wall. you could here the birds singing and the bees buzzing. august was slowly coming to an end and september was taking over little by little. this was the first time in eight years marion wouldn't be sitting in the hogwarts express gossiping with her friends. it was a sad thought, but life went on. and she was glad she didnt have to bear with the stress of exams. her sister was now going in to her fourth year of hogwarts without her older siblings. freja said she was excited to be there alone without marion and oliver, but you could tell she only put up a front.

slowly opening the door to oliver's room and tip-toeing inside. she pours the ice cold water over his face and yells "wake up lazy ass!"

oliver sat up in seconds. "you know what, i kinda did deserve that." he said, wiping the water from his face.

"yeah you did, now get uppity up up UP, i have to get ready for james and sirius to pick me up at noon, and you will help me. because this is the first time i'll see reggie in seven years. and i need to make a good second impression." marion pleaded.

it was silent for a few minutes. "fine. fine i'll help you." oliver gave in.

"i love you oli! now get ready and come help me." marion said basically jumping in glee."

"yeah, yeah best brother i know." he murmured with a smile on his face.

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oliver had gotten ready in a short time. "ok, sis what do you want to wear." he said opening the door to her room.

"merlin's left armpit! knock." she yelped.

oliver mumbled a small 'ok' and went over to the clothes she had laid on her bed. her room was a mess, there were clothes all over the floor. her desk was filled with pens, ink, parchment and quills, and a few painting supplies. her wardrobe looked like it had puked out all its belongings. oliver could see a pair of bell bottoms jeans and a band shirt in the pile of clothes on the floor. holding it up he cleared his throat. "what about this?"

she rolled her eyes, "and i thought you would help." she mumbled, "i need something. something-."

"classy?"

"yes! exactly. i need something classy, or as classy as i can get."

they looked for a while and tried on a bunch of clothes, none of them seemed right.

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