027. 'I don't like how you paint me, yet I'm still here hanging'

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XXVII. A FRIEND?... OR SOMEONE?

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"You cling to your papers and pens

Wait until you like me again"


          IT WAS WEIRD TO RETURN TO Hogwarts as a disowned child when she had left Hogwarts with the idea of dreaded duty in her mind, fulfilling what her brother never could fulfil... which she never really did got to fulfil, considering she had ran away and the whole disowned thing... In a way, it was ironic; Marjorie noticed that irony was a common reoccurrence in her life.

Irony because just before the holiday break, she had spent majority of her time dreading of an engagement that she thought was inevitable and unbreakable to the point of making loads of ridiculous choices. Irony because she spent almost half of her school years thinking that her future meant nothing... that "What's the use of me doing well if all I'm going to be is someone's wife!" Now, that was no longer her reality.

Now, she realised her future did meant something.

And that thought never cease to be jarring to her.

It was like her life had made a full 180. Perhaps this was just delusion, but it felt as though the skies were clearer, bluer, no longer plagued by looming grey clous, while birds were chirpier than usual and the air had became crispier and tolerable to breathe. Again, it could be delusion, but it was as though the world itself was celebrating her newfound independence.

Was this the feeling of freedom?

If so, it felt weird. But it also felt addictive.

For the first time in a long while, life felt great. It was appalling that she was able to find the greatness of life without any assistance from anyone for once.

For once, she didn't need Neville's or Daphne's constant optimism. For once, she didn't need Ron's humour and Hermione's assurance to fuel her. For once, she didn't need to rely on only Harry to be happy.

It felt unreal.

"...honestly I'm just relief that you're all right," said Daphne as they listlessly walked down the corridors after their only shared class of the day. "When word got around about you and Draco annulling your engagement, I was worried of what would happen to you..."

Marjorie glanced sideways at Daphne, noticing how her lips wobbled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Daphne looked like she was barely holding herself together. Then, without warning, Daphne smacked Theodore Nott on the arm, causing him to yelp in surprise.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. harry j. potterWhere stories live. Discover now