❝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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X. THE LITTLE TALKS WE ONCE HAD
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"I am someone who, until recent events
You shared your secrets with"
THERE WAS A COMMON MISCONCEPTION about Marjorie Evermore.
It was so common that that misconception became a common conception: Marjorie Evermore was apparently not capable of the idea of holding a grudge. She forgive and forget; it was what made her a saint to the eyes of the student body.
Holding a grudge... It wasn't all that hard of a concept. Anyone could hold a grudge, yet the idea of the beaming, bombastic and bubbly redheaded girl bearing a grudge was like humans without oxygen — impossible.
Marjorie Evermore was a forgiving girl. Everyone knew that. She was the very beacon of forgiveness, always prepared to let bygones be bygones.
...By god that was the most false thing that could ever be uttered from anyone's mouth.
The last thing Marjorie Ophelia Evermore was is a forgiving saint. And beneath that facade of nothing but benevolence was more than a burning sin: She held grudges closer to her heart than the idea of heaven.
At the end of the day, a saint could still be a sinner.
For her, forgiveness wasn't a simple act of absolution; it was a complex interplay of emotions that she navigated with caution. She could forgive, perhaps, but forgetting was another matter entirely. No matter the wounds, it never changed the fact that it had inflicted upon her, whether intentional or not, left scars that ran deep, shaping her interactions and relationships in ways that others couldn't fathom.
And the wound that had been embedded into her skin since she was a lone child was nothing but fresh in the mind. It had been years, but still it was there and new.
Marjorie held grudges when it comes to a lot of people, but the grudge that held her close to hell was the grudge she held for her family. After all, family was a complex matter. And frankly, she had almost forgotten the perception of family until the sound of a peck by the window had caught her attention away from the mountains of homework she had been trying to catch up with within the comforts of the still common room.
Can't say she was all that thrilled for her stupidity. She should've just let the bird tire and fly away, but instead she had to be kind and open the window. Now, she was stuck with the remnants of a familiar black envelope in front of her, stuck between crevices of her parchments and books.
