❝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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LIII. THE INVITATION
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"I see clouds, you see faces
Like a psychedlic 70's painting"
THE FALLING OF SNOW MEANT a lot of things. It could either mean that it was a fine time for ice skating, as the Black lake would have been frozen and covered by sleets of ice. Or, it could mean the approaching of the holidays, which had always excite people and now that included Marjorie.
She remembered the time in which holidays were usually the bane of her existence. She hated holidays in ways that many would say that it was unneeded, for what did the holiday do to you? Well, simple, Janice. Holidays did a lot of things to her for her to have a reasonable excuse to hate it. At least, once upon a time, of course. This time around, the holidays would be different; she was no longer stuck in the prospect that she would have to spend a whole few weeks inside the coverage of the monotonous manner, but actually surrounded by people who didn't hate her enough to kill her.
It was a nice contrast.
So nice that she was able to actually admire all of the decorations that were being put up all around the castle; it was practically winter wonderland. Hagrid had single-handedly delivered the usual twelve towering Christmas trees for the Great Hall. Garlands of holly and tinsel adorned the stairway banisters, while everlasting candles glowed warmly from within the helmets of the suits of armor. Don't get her started on the great bunches of mistletoe that were hung at intervals along the corridors — actually, that last part was actually proving to be quite troublesome.
Why it was troublesome? Well, to simply put, Janice; it was the perfectly terrible trap to get people to kiss under, and Marjorie had promptly been a victim of this when she was walking down the corridor innocently. She had been so busy thinking on what she was supposed to get Daphne for Christmas that she hadn't notice a fourth year suddenly swooping in front of her, trapping them both under a mistletoe that was just conveniently there.
"You know, this is unethical, right?" she said pointedly at the small fourth year — not really all that small, considering he was also the same height as her.
"Just a kiss on the cheek," pled the boy.
"I am not going to — did you just put on glasses?" Marjorie did a double take. She wore that the boy had not been wearing glasses before this.
"I've always worn these!" he said indignantly, in which she picked the glasses from the bridge of his nose and looked through it; there was literally no change in sight.
