❝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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LXXIX. TRULY DEMENTED
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"And I couldn't stand the person inside me
I turned all the mirrors around"
MAGIC IS MIGHT?
Frankly, if Marjorie wasn't certain that the Ministry was now overrun by Death Eaters before, she was certain now as she gazed at the sculpture so horrid. It was nothing like how it was when she has visited a few years back — granted, it was in the middle of the evening, but still.
"— oh, sorry, Runcorn!"
Marjorie whipped her head around at the voice, her spirits lifting. Despite the unrecognizable face, hideous and unpleasant, she knew exactly who was behind it, especially given the telltale body language.
She approached them with a cold exterior, head held up high as she reminded herself that perhaps Valentina Erwyn wasn't such a warm person from her previous exchange with an acquaintance of Valentina.
"Runcorn, I need to have a word with you," Marjorie said, her voice edged with controlled coldness.
Harry, as Runcorn, furrowed his brow in confusion. Sensing his hesitation, Marjorie gently tapped his shoulder, silently reinforcing her identity to him. Relief washed over his face as his eyes widened with relief. He cleared his throat.
"Fine," he responded gruffly, his voice laced with the cold demeanor.
As Marjorie pulled him away from the wizard, Harry spoke under his breath for only her to hear. "We had to go through the loo. The loo!"
"I know, Hermione and I had to go through that too!" Marjorie grimaced. "By the way, there's something you should probably know."
"What?" Harry glanced around, noticing the curious glances and hushed whispers directed their way.
"We're married,"
Harry blinked.
"Excuse me?"
"We," she gestured discreetly between her and Harry, "are married."
Harry studied her face, searching for any sign that she might be joking. Her expression was sincere, and realization dawned slowly on him.
"We're married?" Harry's disbelief was palpable.
"Oh, don't act like it's unpleasant," Marjorie teased, rolling her eyes.
