❝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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LX. THE TRAGIC GAMES
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"Then you say it's my fault my heart's beating faster
And you ask me how I'm feeling like it matters"
YOU KNOW, MARJORIE REMEMBERED HER birthdays with Ron to be rather lighthearted. Ever since they had found out that they had shared birthdays coincidentally, Ron had always been keen on making sure they would be celebrating it together — even when she and Harry had broken up. Though, for this year's birthday, Marjorie couldn't really say much.
"So, all in all, not one of Ron's better birthdays?" said Fred.
The hospital wing was rather quiet this evening with the windows curtained, the laps lit. Ron's was the only occupied bed. Harry, Marjorie, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting around him; they had spent all day waiting outside the double doors, trying to see inside whenever somebody went in or out. Madam Pomfrey had only let them enter at eight o'clock. Fred and George had arrived at ten past.
"This isn't how we imagined handing over our present," said George grimly, putting down a large wrapped gift on Ron's bedside cabinet and sitting beside Ginny.
"Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious," said Fred.
"There we were in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him —" said George.
"You were in Hogsmeade?" asked Ginny, looking up.
"We were thinking of buying Zonko's," said Fred gloomily. "A Hogsmeade branch, you know, but a fat lot of good it'll do us if you lot aren't allowed out at weekends to buy our stuff anymore... But never mind that now."
He drew up a chair and looked at Ron's pale face.
"Looks rather peaceful, isn't he?" said Marjorie, prodding his cheek. "After all that..."
"How exactly did it happen?" Fred asked.
Harry and Marjorie shared a look and retold the story that they had already recounted what felt like a hundred times to Dumbledore, to McGonagall, to Madam Pomfrey, to Hermione, and to Ginny.
"...long story short; Harry got the bezoar and his breathing eased up a bit. We monitored his pulse and breathing, and it was slightly erratic than it should be. But Slughorn ran for help, and McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey turned up, so they brought Ron up here," Marjorie straightened herself, "They reckon he'll be all right. Madam Pomfrey says he'll have to stay here a week or so... keep taking essence of rue..."
