❝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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XXXIV. WHY IS IT SO CONFUSING?
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"Girl, it's so confusing sometimes to be a girl
Girl, how do you feel being a girl?"
YOU KNOW, JUST A THOUGHT, but a normal girl would've definitely not cared if there was something wrong with her ex-boyfriend — hell, perhaps they would've wished that something was wrong. But while Marjorie was a normal girl, she also was still in love and did not have her priorities straight.
Finishing up the last few words of her essay on the Troll War, she awaited anxiously as the examiners gathered the papers and the moment they had given the green light for them to exit, Marjorie did not waste a single moment but to run out of the Hall with Ron and Hermione following closely behind her.
Bursting through the heavy doors, Marjorie welcomed the cool air that hit her face, but it did little to calm her racing heart. Her mind was a whirlwind of worry — something was wrong, she could feel it in her bones. She needed to find Harry, needed to see that he was all right.
"Marjorie, wait up!" Ron's voice echoed down the stone corridor, but she barely registered it.
Wait? That was never an option for Marjorie when it came about Harry Potter. Wait, at the moment, meant nothing as she pushed through the crowd of students when finally, she caught the glimpse of familiar greens.
"Harry!"
Harry whirled around as panic filled his face. He hurried down the marble steps just as Marjorie reached him in the middle, immediately bombarding him with questions of concern:
"Are you all right? What was that?" she asked worriedly. She remembered that the only time she had ever seen him in such way was when —
"Are you ill?" Hermione's voice cut her from her train of thoughts.
"Where have you been?" Ron added in anxious demand as he stepped closer to his best friend.
Harry, however, looked disgruntled as he stared at his friends. Then his eyes darted at the sea of students that had just appeared out of the Hall. Gnawing on his lip, he seized their hands.
"Come with me," Harry said quickly, his eyes wavering in panic. "Come on, I've got to tell you something..."
He led them along the first-floor corridor, peering through doorways, and at last found an empty classroom into which he dived, closing the door behind them the moment they were inside and leaning against it, facing them.
