❝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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XLV. LESSONS GALORE
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"And for a moment
I feel better being there"
IT WAS SAFE TO SAY that Marjorie was thoroughly pissed.
Well — all right, that would be a bit of an overstatement, but still. She couldn't help but to feel slightly annoyed that, it seems, no one that she knew was was taking Cares for Magical Creatures for this term; she had promptly asked from Lavender to Dean, and they all the same answer: "No."
It was starting to annoy her, and she thought it was valid to be annoyed. She could already imagine it: lessons with Hagrid would be lonely, and not to mention that Hagrid himself would be slight bummed out, considering no Gryffindor seemed to be impressed enough — or, well, they were too impressed by his teachings to the point that they did not consider to resume with his subject. So, yes, Marjorie thought her feelings of irritation was completely justifiable, and she was not shy to show this to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all three of whom were getting an earful.
"Don't you think you're going to hurt him more by getting his hopes up? Do you even have hearts?" Marjorie's voice was sharp as she crossed her arms, her hazel eyes flashing with anger. "You know how upset he's going to be. If none of you were planning to continue with his subject, you should've at least been honest instead of letting him think you were excited! He's got a whole lesson planned out just for you lot!"
"It's not like we didn't want to —" Ron began, but Marjorie's fierce glare silenced him. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "This one's for you, Hermione."
Hermione rolled her eyes, though there was a hint of guilt in her expression. "I mean, we love Hagrid and all, but he should've seen this coming —"
"Excuse me?" Marjorie's voice rose, her irritation flaring.
Hermione blinked, feeling a lump form in her throat. It wasn't often that she felt intimidated, but Marjorie's fiery demeanor was hard to ignore.
"Harry, you're up," Hermione passed the burden onto him, her voice wavering slightly.
Of course, they'd hand the dirty work to Harry. He had always been the one to clean up after everyone's dirty laundries, both literally and figuratively, for as long as he could remember. Harry managed a glare at his friends, before turning to the girl beside him.
"Joy," he began, trying to sound reasonable.
"Harry," she countered, straightening her posture, her eyes narrowing.
