❝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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LXVIII. BROKEN AND MENDED
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"The hurricane with my name when it came
I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away"
IRELAND IN THE SUMMER HAD always been unpredictable. One minute, the sky would be a clear, vivid shade of blue to adore, and the next dark cloud would gather promising a downpour that never truly occur. Marjorie Ophelia Evermore did not exactly grew up to this sight, but she had grown accustomed to the capricious nature of the Gaelic weather, finding beauty in its constant change. But today, as she stood by the beach, the rushing of waves, the grim skies — there were all shifting in odd ways, and she knew exactly why it was like this.
War was here.
And there was absolutely nothing they could do about it.
Marjorie played with the hem of her dress, staring out at the tumultuous sea. The waves were crashing against the shore with a ferocity that she quite never see before. The sky above — the same sky in which all her friends were under — it was a swirling mass of grey, dark and foreboding, quite like the sense of dread that had settled deep in her bones. This was far from being natural; it was a reflection of the chaos engulfing the wizarding world.
Dumbledore's death had been the catalyst, the event that had tipped the balance and plunged them all into darkness. It wasn't long, she believe, until all would fall down the more Voldemort shadow stretch over until he consumes everything in sight. Ever since returning from Hogwarts, fear was omnipresent, a silent companion that never left her side, even in moments of quiet.
"Marie!" called the voice of her brother, from the cottage behind her.
The cottage was small, nestled against the rugged landscape, with stone walls worn down by time but still standing strong. Though she had only called it home for a little over a year, it had quickly become her sanctuary, a place where she could hide away from the growing horrors of the outside world. But as much as she wanted to believe in its safety, she knew that even this refuge wouldn't last forever. Sooner or later, she would have to leave it behind — for better or for worse.
"MARJORIE!"
"I'm coming!" Marjorie reluctantly tore her gaze from the stormy sea and turned towards the cottage.
She moved slowly, her feet sinking into the wet sand with every step, as though the earth itself was reluctant to let her go. By the time she reached the front door, she paused for a moment, taking in the comforting sight of the place that had given her so much peace. The familiar creak of the wooden door welcomed her inside, where warmth and the scent of hearth filled the air, differing the grim weather outside.
