❝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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LII. ALCHEMICAL
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"This happens once every few lifetimes
These chemicals hit me like white wine"
STUDENTS RALLIED IN UTTER EXCITEMENT as they trudged down to the stadium, excitement filling the air as the frosty grass crunched underfoot. After having a brief meet-up with Madam Pomfrey prior to the start of the match, Marjorie was finally feeling nervous, for she would be handling the healing down at the pitch alone — of course, she wasn't exactly alone, for she would have the help of the staff, but it was still nerve-wrecking. She was used to minor incidents during the Gryffindor team's practice, but this was against Slytherin; they were known to play dirty.
As they reached the Quidditch pitch, the atmosphere was electric. The stands were already filling up with students from all houses, eager to witness the Gryffindor-Slytherin match, one of the most anticipated events of the season. Marjorie spotted Professor McGonagall directing students and ensuring everything was in order for the match.
"Evermore, over here," Professor McGonagall called, gesturing towards her. "You'll be stationed in the commentator stands. We don't exactly have a designated medic station, however, Madam Hooch will call for you if you are needed,".
Marjorie made her way through the bustling crowd, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She followed Professor McGonagall to the commentator stands, her eyes scanning the scene around her. Madam Hooch was already busying herself with last-minute preparations, her whistle glinting in the sunlight as she checked her equipment.
As they reached the commentator stands, Marjorie's attention was immediately drawn to Luna Lovegood, who was perched on one of the seats, her Spectrespecs perched atop her nose. Luna was adjusting her lion hat with an air of whimsical focus, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding chaos.
"Luna?" Marjorie exclaimed, a note of surprise in her voice.
"Oh, hello there," Luna replied dreamily, her voice carrying an ethereal quality.
Marjorie blinked in confusion. "Are you... commentating?"
Luna nodded with an airy smile. "I was a bit surprised myself. But I'm not alone," she said.
Perplexed, Marjorie followed Luna's gaze and found her eyes drifting to the figure of Zacharias Smith as he strolled into view, his expression was of smugness that made it fairly tempting for Marjorie to just deck him.
But Marjorie merely repressed that with a frown.
"I thought there was only supposed to be one commentator?" she inquired, casting a questioning glance toward Professor McGonagall.
