❝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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XXIV. REPENTANCE FOR A SAINT
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"The sense that they do belong
And I do not belong"
OH, HOW MUCH MARJORIE HATED herself.
There was nothing Marjorie hated more than herself... and possibly the idea of actually being able to feel once again.
She missed the moment in her life where numbness was normalcy and she wasn't all that bothered by a lot of things — not that she was bothered by a lot of things currently, though. She still felt numb, only now she somewhat understood feelings to a certain extent.
And those said feelings were confusing. How could people ever differ between happiness and sadness, anger and merry. Feelings confuses Marjorie to the point that she wasn't sure which one was which, especially after going through most of her life merely understand two feelings: anger and sadness. It was a part of her "Woe is me" agenda, which now that she thought about it, had become to deteriorate throughout the years because of the people she had found herself surrounded by.
Because of that, she loves it. Admittedly.
She loves every point in being around Harry and her friends, she loved being center sweet attention that it was confusing. But, she learnt, wherever love goes, hate would follow. And that hate, she knew, Ginny Weasley possessed.
But that hate wasn't just for anyone, it was for her; it was for Marjorie Evermore. And that thought bothered her so much that it almost felt so un-Marjorie-like of her. Marjorie was never bothered by such trivial matters...
What had she done to Ginny Weasley?
It was a thought that plagued her mind all throughout the rest of the day. Marjorie didn't bother to come down for dinner, and she was dismissive whenever Anya or Sirius would come up to call for her to come down, because honestly, she had enough breakfast to fill up her dinner stomach — courtesy of Dumbledore and his frog wallet — and the idea of sitting down with the others made her constipated.
It wasn't like she had planned on coming here. It wasn't like she was the one that wanted to come here. She was told to run away, bringing nothing but herself with her. She was told to never come back to the manor if she wishes to live. She had coincidentally bumped into the weirdo Dumbledore, so was it really her fault that she had gotten herself in this mess in the first place?
Marjorie felt the emptiness of her situation keenly. She had no family to return to—her mother had taken her own life, and her father was intent on her destruction. Perseus and Anya were unfamiliar, distant figures in her life, and though Perseus had rescued her from her father's clutches, it did little to erase the years of resentment she harbored towards him.
