❝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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VI. IT WAS LIKE CONFUSION
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"I cut the rope and you fell from the tower
I let it go for my peace of mind"
DINNER WAS NOTHING BUT UNPLEASANT for Harry Potter. Apparently, it didn't really take all that long for the news of his shouting match with Umbridge to travel around the castle. It went around faster than you can say 'Quidditch' which meant really fast by Hogwarts standards.
It was safe to sat that everyone was testing his patience at this rate. All around he went, he could hear the deafeningly annoying whispers about him, none of which the gossipers had the decency to even mind if heard them or not — on the contrary, it was as though they were hoping he would get angry and start shouting again so that they could hear his story firsthand.
"He says he saw Cedric Diggory murdered..."
"He reckons he dueled with You-Know-Who..."
"Come off it..."
"Who does he think he's kidding?"
"Pur-lease..."
"What I don't get," said Harry in a shaking voice, laying down his knife and fork (his hands were trembling too much to hold them steady), "is why they all believed the story two months ago when Dumbledore told them..."
"The thing is, Harry, I'm not sure they did," said Hermione grimly. "Oh, let's get out of here."
She slammed down her own knife and fork; Ron looked sadly at his half-finished apple pie but followed suit. People stared at them as they made their way out of the Hall, however before they could make their way half-way out, a sudden commotion erupted from in front of them, near the grand oak doors.
To their astonishment, especially Hermione's, Marjorie Evermore stood with a rather surprised Daphne Greengrass, an empty goblet in hand as all of the remnants of liquid seemed to have been poured out onto three or four Ravenclaws that, Harry realised, had been the ones to talk so obnoxiously loud about him.
The pumpkin juice splashed onto the unsuspecting students, and their chatter was replaced by gasps and indignant protests.
"What the hell, Evermore?" shrilled one of the Ravenclaw girls, her hair now soaked and clinging to her face.
"Oops," Marjorie said blandly. "My hand slipped. Isn't that right, Daph?"
Daphne blinked. "Er..."
Before Daphne could muster a coherent response, the Hall's attention was diverted to Roger Davies, storming up with a face contorted in anger.
