❝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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XVI. PLIGHT OF THE WORLD
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"Your name comes up in conversation with my friends
I hate how much I feel it right there in my chest"
MARJORIE THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS well accustomed to the feeling of numbness. It was, after all, something that immortalises her from the pain that seemed to be an unmistakable daily occurrence in her life. She thought she understood it all well, but she guessed that happiness had made her ignorant... too haughty in a way.
When she was the ripe age of six, little Marjorie — no, Marjorie Ophelia Evermore thought that if she were to succumb herself to the abyss that was numbness... that if she were to decide to not feel anything any longer, then maybe she could save herself from the pain of getting hurt whether it'd be physically or emotionally. Before she knew it, she had completely turned it off. What used to be a body which was filled with nothing but emotions that were incomprehensible but true, became a shell for a soul who could no longer feel.
...at least, a shell for a soul that decided to no longer feel.
In the blink of an eye, Marjorie noticed the large benefits of not being able to feel and sense anything in general. It felt painless, something she had been desperate to attain for so long. Marjorie thought that this was now her way of living. For survival, she knew she had to sacrifice something, and sacrifice she did.
Marjorie was so sure that this numbness could last her for an eternity, for nothing could break the oath she had form with her soul in the deepest and darkest moments in her life. When she was little, she was rather confident that throughout this numbness, she would one day find happiness... even if she couldn't feel it.
She was so sure...
She didn't think that a simple boy that had caught her attention in first year would possibly break that oath of hers, but here she was.
Filled with emotions.
Filled with fears.
She guessed without realising it, she had broken her own oath.
"Knock knock,"
"Hermione, I told you I'm fine —" But Marjorie's words fell short as the person by the threshold was not all who she expected to be.
"It's me. Not Granger. Sorry to disappoint," Daphne stood at the doorway with a concern look etched on her face as she stared at Marjorie; she was wearing the typical Gryffindor apparel instead of her usual Slytherin apparel.
