❝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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V. UNFAIRNESS SEEM TO BE A REOCCURENCE
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"These bad omens,
I look right through them"
"OI, EVERMORE!"
Marjorie's already frayed patience snapped like a taut wire. She had just trudged out of Snape's Potions class — a grueling experience that had drained her of any semblance of cheerfulness. Her mood, already sour from the mere action of facing Snape for two hours, was hardly improved by the sudden, raucous shout. The corridor, filled with students on their way to the Great Hall for lunch, seemed to pulse with the added energy of curiosity. Heads turned as the commotion unfolded.
Roger Davies, a familiar and unwelcome presence, charged toward her with a stormy expression etched into his face. His footsteps pounded on the stone floor, drawing the attention of passersby. Marjorie's mood darkened further as he approached, his face set in a scowl.
"Oh, hello, Davies," Marjorie said, forcing a polite smile as she batted her eyelashes. "Funny to see you around."
"Shut your mouth," Roger hissed, his voice low but intense. He stopped right in front of her, blocking her path. The crowded corridor seemed to contract around them, the students watching with interest as if they were witnessing some form of live entertainment. "What's this I hear about you being with another bloke already?"
"For your dignity, I advise you to speak more quietly —"
"Answer me!" he demanded.
"Yes, I have," she replied, her tone firm and unyielding. Marjorie took a steady breath, willing herself to remain calm despite the irritation bubbling beneath her surface. "And there shouldn't be any problem with that. It's not like we're together anymore —"
"I thought you were joking!" Roger's voice rose, echoing off the stone walls. His face was flushed with anger, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Since when do I joke?" Marjorie's brows furrowed in disbelief. She could barely contain her incredulity. The last time she had seen Davies had been on platform nine and three-quarters, where she had been very clear about her intentions in ditching him. "I distinctly remember telling you, quite plainly, that I didn't want to be with you anymore. I asked you to leave me alone and not to contact me."
Seemingly, this was not clear enough for Davies, who stood before her, anger radiating from him in waves. His eyes burned with a mixture of indignation and betrayal, and Marjorie found his anger both confusing and irritating. "But we've only dated for a month then!"
