❝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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XVIII. LET ME (LOVE) BE WITH YOU
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"And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow"
IN SPITE OF THE ONGOING nervousness that was seemingly running through Marjorie's veins, it was completely overtaken momentarily by the fact that this was, in fact, her first time ever handling a broom.
Of course, she wasn't stupid. She had held a broom before, but that was for flying during their time in which they had to go through that stupid mandatory flying lessons that first years had to go through. This time, however, the broom had a completely different purpose. Oddly enough, unlike her previous experience, she found this new task — sweeping the floor without magic — strangely intriguing. It was mundane, yet there was something oddly satisfying about it.
It took someone like Marjorie a long while to get the hang of using the brook, but with Harry's surprisingly patient guidance — and a few playful jabs about how "I never knew it was possible for someone to be so clueless with a broom" — she eventually found her rhythm, which was less awkward than the start. Though she did shot him a glare or two, however she also knew his teasing was all in good fun. Before long, she was sweeping around the room with ease, humming softly under her breath, "As the velvet night descends, love's sanctuary we share..." The melody filled the room, and she was completely unaware of the fond look that had spread across Harry's face as he watched her.
"This is much more exciting than I anticipated," she said, twirling around as if she was dancing to some ballet choreograph with a broom as a partner.
Exciting, huh? Well, that's definitely something someone who had never hold a broom for cleaning would say, he guessed.
Harry snorted from where he was mopping the floors at the other end of the room. "Trust me, once you're ordered to do it every day, every night, every hour, every year, you tend to think otherwise," he rebutted almost resentfully as he pushed the mop around harshly at some memories of his.
Marjorie could merely pause for a moment; she didn't really understand what that meant, but she learnt from the past few years of knowing Harry that whenever a recollection of his past would pass through his mind, bitterness would follow him and his words, whether it'd be intentional or not. He wasn't secretive of his past unlike her, but it made her curious of the things that he had never told them about, for there was certainly some... or perhaps more.
She wanted to inquire more, calling his name out, but her eyes caught a glimpse of something more intriguing.
She dragged the broom with her to the corner of the room.
