❝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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LV. THE SOMETHING UNSPOKEN
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"Nothin' happened in the way I wanted
Every corner of this house is haunted"
"SO SNAPE WAS OFFERING TO help him?"
Out of all the parties Marjorie had ever been, Slughorn's one was particularly exhausting in more ways than one. She should have never accepted Ginny's bet on who could eat more tarts when clearly, she had spent most of years tying her stomach down with her father constantly making sure her portion were as tiny as her fists and shall not eat anything more than that — hell, even Luna had deliberately told her that it would be a bad idea, but nooooo she didn't listen, and now she was suffering the consequence of it as she sat in the kitchen of the Weasley's Burrow, peeling potatoes.
Despite a whole day having pass since the party, she still felt ill in the stomach and the mere sight of tarts were able to make her vomit, which made her envious of Ginny, who could stomach it when they arrived, for she had unsurprisingly won the whole bet. But then again, could anyone really blame her for drowning herself in tarts?
The answer would be: Yes, if no one knew why she had done it in the first place.
Marjorie glanced at Harry, who was spouting everything he had gotten to know when he snooped around Snape and Draco. She began peeling particularly harder and more aggressive than intent and the peeler slipped from her hand and almost hit Ron square in the face, which luckily he dodged just in the nick of time.
"What was that for?" he yelped, causing Harry to stop mid-report. The two boys blinked at the girl across from them.
Quickly retrieving the peeler and washing it off, Marjorie resumed her task as if nothing had happened. "Continue," she said curtly.
They stared at her as if she had grown two heads.
Noticing this, she grew irritated and snapped up at them. "What?"
Ron and Harry fumbled with their sprouts.
"Nothing!"
"You said he was offering help, did he?" Ron spluttered. He was very much used to other people getting all irritated, but the sight of someone as bubbly and calm like Marjorie angry was not a sight he was prepared to be met with.
"Yeah..." Harry blinked, momentarily distracted by Marjorie and the way she was peeling the potatoes. You would've think she was peeling the skin of her enemies the way she was peeling them.
