❝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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XLIII. AN UNENDING JOURNEY
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"And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?"
OH, TRULY, WHAT MARJORIE WOULD do to make the last week that led up to their upcoming school term fun instead of being filled with gloominess caused by the current state of the world. Alas, all she could do was digress. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed impossible to find a sliver of joy or excitement in anything anymore.
...but then again, if she were to be honest with herself, there was something that had completely captured her attention and interest, something she had been turning over in her mind ever since that day in Diagon Alley. The day they'd caught Draco sneaking into Knockturn Alley. The memory lingered, gnawing at her thoughts like a puzzle she couldn't quite piece together, but at the same time she had an inkling of what it meant and she was really hoping for it to not be true.
As much as she hated to admit it, a part of her couldn't let go of Draco Malfoy. No matter how much of a pain he could be, no matter how much of an annoying parasite he was, no matter how much his words stung, there was a piece of her heart that still held dear for him. How could it not? He had been her first friend, the one constant in a life marked by turmoil and pain. And, funny as it seemed now, he had also been her first fiancé. Their engagement, though forced by circumstance rather than affection, had been a key to her escape from her father's suffocating control.
So, yes, as much as she wanted nothing more than to rid of him from her mind and not care for him, it was hard.
"Mon Chérie," Fleur's soft, melodic voice broke through Marjorie's swirling thoughts, pulling her back to the present. She realised with a start that she had been absently folding laundry, the rhythm of the task lost in the storm of her mind.
"Hmm?" she blinked blankly.
Fleur stood nearby, her delicate hands gracefully handling the fabric, her expression one of gentle concern. The warmth in her voice was like a balm to Marjorie's troubled heart, momentarily easing the turmoil within. "You 'ave been very quiet today. Are you all right?"
"Completely fine," dismissed Marjorie with a forced smile. "Just... just been thinking, is all,"
"You and Bill both zen," sighed Fleur, folding a robe. "'e 'as been zinking as well,"
"Right..." Marjorie felt her throat going dry as she recalled Draco and Knockturn Alley. Was it right? She thought, to feel scared and anxious for someone bad? He was a completely prat majority of the time no matter if he had helped her once.
