003. 'Your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems'

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III. YOUR CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS

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"Because I dropped your hand while dancing

Left you out there standing"


          THIS WAS NOT A SITUATION that Marjorie could say was ideal as she did her best to look out of the window of the carriage rather than acknowledging the gathering of odd people in the said carriage. She tried her best to blend into the background as much as possible, closing her eyes and hoping that they were to arrive sooner than later. Yet, the ride felt longer than it should be.

This was by far the most uncomfortable ride to the castle, and she knew she was not the only one to hold such thought. All throughout the coach, everyone tried their best to not look at one another — especially not her or Daphne, who looked like she was starting to regret ever following her. There was a significant tension in the air, so thick that undoubtedly could be cut with a knife.

It was just that thick.

The only ones who were being relatively normal was Luna and Neville. Well in technicality, Neville was trying his best to get rid of the tension by rambling about some herbs he read about over the summer from beside Marjorie. Luna, on the other hand, was just being Luna: she was absolutely not paying any mind to awkwardness.

That, or she just didn't care.

Either way, Marjorie felt envious of her because of that. She was no fool; she knew that Harry was staring at her ever since the carriage was moving uphill toward the castle. And she knew why, because in reality he probably would've avoid her just as she avoided him if she hadn't just opened her lousy mouth.

She shouldn't have sounded out the fact that she, too, could see the thestrals.

Marjorie, again, wanted to bash her head against a rock. But she digressed.

Aside from that, it also didn't help that the silence within the coach was nothing but deafening. Everyone was seemingly all too deep into their own thoughts, being consumed by it — well, everyone but Ginny Weasley, who shot a particular look over to Marjorie and Daphne for a moment before she turned to the others.

"Did everyone see that Grubbly-Plank woman?" she asked. "What's she doing back here? Hagrid can't have left, can he?"

"I'll be quite glad if he has," said Luna. "He isn't a very good teacher, is he?"

"Yes, he is!" said Harry, Ron, and Ginny angrily instantaneously.

"He's not bad," said Daphne, her quietness was the testament to her sincerity.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. harry j. potterWhere stories live. Discover now