❝ MAYBE IF WE AGREE TO BE SAD
LOSERS TOGETHER, THE PATHETIC
ASPECT DISAPPEARS? ❞
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༊*·˚ ❤️🩹 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲
in which two hogwarts students are
dumped unexpectedly and find
comfort in wallowing away i...
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━ HERBERT FLEET ━ november 1993
"RINGO STARR THREW UP ON ME."
"Morgan, I don't care."
Maybe it was the jitters because Morgan had her first Quidditch practice today on the Gryffindor Quidditch team (because, somehow, that sentence was true) but Morgan's morning wasn't a particularly happy one.
Everyone was hung over, except her and Greg. Everyone was exhausted, except her. And everyone just wanted Morgan to stop talking, except her. Because she couldn't, because she was nervous and when she was nervous, she rambled.
"I don't feel sorry for any of you, I hope you know that," she said, pulling apart her croissant as each and every one of her friends pushed around a dry piece of toast on their plate. "If anything, these are just─"
"The consequences of our actions, we know," the four hung-over ones chorused. They quickly regretted finishing Morgan's statement in unison because the level of noise was far too much for their hammering heads to handle.
"I'm on Morgan's side here," Greg added as he chirpily shovelled a full breakfast into his perfectly okay stomach. "You guys suck."
"Can we have this pep talk when the world stops spinning please?" Casper groaned before his forehead slumped onto his depressing plate.
"Sure," Greg responded happily, "but just so you know, that gives us more time to prepare."
He and Morgan shared a pleased look, happy not only for their lack of headaches and disrupted bellies but also because the hangovers meant they could eat breakfast in peace.
That was until Herbert Fleet entered the Great Hall and Morgan remembered everything that was wrong with her life.
Her silence and longing gaze triggered Greg's curiosity but he wasn't best pleased when he looked over to see who the receiver of said gaze was. He snapped his finger in Morgan's face and the groans commenced again, but only briefly.
"I may not see the logic in this plan of yours, Em," Greg said to the now wide-awake Morgan, "but you've started it now so you better bloody finish it."
Morgan was taken aback by Greg's stern words. He didn't like getting involved in other people's business and he certainly didn't like giving his opinion when it was not asked for. Clearly, he felt very strongly about this and this, in turn, caused the same response to happen in Morgan.
