❝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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LXIII. A LAMENT OF A SERPENT
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"But strong man don't exist
No undying man exists"
AFTER WAKING UP TO SUCH a long, yet memorable night, greeting her swollen eyes from all the crying she did was nothing, for she just couldn't wait to find out immediately what the memory they retrieved from Slughorn entailed, which what Harry did almost immediately during their lesson in Charms.
What was told to them was nothing short of wild, which was the easiest way for Marjorie to described it; it was scary to think there was such magic that could ensure one to live and never 'die' with the price of souls being separated — it was monstrous even, go against the whole nature of the universe. It was even scarier the fact that a teenager wanted to seek immortality when he hadn't even gone through half of his life yet. Either way, Dumbledore had promised Harry that he would bring him along should he find another Horcrux, resulting in Marjorie being slightly unnerved.
"Wow," said Ron, when Harry had finally finished telling them everything; Ron was waving his wand very vaguely in the direction of the ceiling without paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing. "Wow. You're actually going to go with Dumbledore... and try and destroy... wow."
"Ron, you're making it snow," said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Marjorie noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighbouring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Ron's arm.
"Oh yeah," said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. "Sorry... looks like we've all got horrible dandruff now..."
He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione's shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. Ron looked immensely guilty and turned his back on her.
"We split up," he told Harry and Marjorie, one of whom gaped. "Last night. When she saw me coming out of the dormitory with Hermione. Obviously, she couldn't see you two, so she thought it had just been the two of us."
"That's a bad way to split up!" hissed Marjorie. "She probably thought you cheated on her — oh, that makes why the dormitory was all messy sense... She must've tried to scratch your eyes, huh?" she directed to Hermione, who shrugged.
"She tried," she said simply.
Marjorie frowned. It also made so much more sense why all night she had heard sniffles coming from Lavender's bed, but it wasn't like she could see anything, considering she had her curtains drawn...
