❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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II. A PEARL AND ITS HOME RULER
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"All that I know is I don't know
How to be something you miss"
MARJORIE WAS NOTHING SHORT OF pathetic.
She knew this, her family knew this — everyone who knew her knew this. There was no reason to even hide that fact; she was pathetic, yet Daphne seemed to be the only one that didn't see that. No matter how many times Marjorie had freely showed her wretched soul, Daphne would have a hard time understand that. However, she was hoping with her current actions, Daphne would finally see just how pathetic her best friend is.
Marjorie was hoping that if she were to push Daphne away, if she were to shut Neville out, if she were to isolate herself from those she cared for, loved so badly, it would at least lesson the pain she knew soon enough she would have to confront.
She hated it.
She definitely did.
But she couldn't quite risk it either. Not now. Not when her carefully crafted facade was on the verge of crumbling. She needed to rebuild them. After all, who knows, perhaps her facade would be her saving grace?
...well, technically anything was a saving grace when your fate is to live the rest of your miserable, horrid life with the only company being Draco bloody Malfoy. Who would ever want that as company, right?
Definitely not Marjorie.
"Hi,"
Marjorie blinked and found herself face-to-face with Zacharias Smith, his sudden appearance in the train corridor startling her. His presence felt immediately unpleasant, a cold wave washing over her.
"Oh, hello," she shifted uncomfortably. "Smith,"
"So, you still remember when I asked you out?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Marjorie contemplated lying, saying no, but she forced a smile instead. "Yes," she replied, her voice strained.
Smith's smirk widened, a look that didn't make her feel good. She was reminded that only one person's smirk had ever made her feel like she wasn't piece of rubbish on the floor, and it certainly wasn't his.
"Just needed confirmation," said Smith simply as he took a step toward her. Marjorie had to repress a look of annoyance as he played with a strand of her hair. "I heard you've dated a lot of blokes, so —"
"Don't worry, I remember you," Marjorie cut him off, her voice firmer than before.
Smith's smirk didn't fade. "Where are you headed?" he pried, his tone dripping with false curiosity.
