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Life started off complicated for young Eleanor Ross after being born to a muggle mother while showing her magical capabilities at an early age. Growing up in a household where her mot...
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Unbeknownst to her best friends, Eleanor was feeling a lot better after her talk with Professor Lupin in the kitchens. However, with how she had reacted to Margaret's letter, Marnie and Cedric were beyond concerned. They had tried everything to convince Eleanor out of her bed the day before with no success. Feeling as though she had no other option, Marnie knew what she had to do. In a desperate attempt to lift Eleanor's spirits, Marnie found herself approaching the Gryffindor table the next morning.
'Well, well, well," Fred said as she came to stand on the opposite side of the table, "what do we have- "
"Save it and listen, "she told him, "I don't know if you two have noticed, but Eleanor has been absolutely miserable lately."
"We've noticed," George said, "but she refuses to tell us why. We've hardly seen her since the day before yesterday. I thought she was back to avoiding us for some reason."
"Something happened between her and her mother," Marnie replied, "you didn't hear it from me though. But do you think you two could do something to cheer her up? I can't stand seeing her like this. I'm supposed to be the miserable one of the group, not her. I hate seeing her frown, it's not natural for her."
"What do you want us to do?" George questioned.
"I don't know. Pull a prank with her again, despite the detention, she was so happy. Just make her smile, please."
"Well, quidditch practice has been taking up a lot of our time," Fred said as he stood up, "but I think we can manage to spare some time for our favourite Hufflepuff. Bring her to us and we'll make sure she has some fun."
All the while, Eleanor had woken up that very same morning with every intention to write her mother a long, overdue letter. She thought it would be best to give her reasoning as to why she had kept so much information from Margaret. Perhaps it would solve everything, but at least, she would know what to expect when it was finally time for her to return home. However, as she settled in the Common Room with a piece of parchment paper and her inkwell, Marnie suddenly appeared, bursting through the entrance barrel. Eleanor was about to tell her that she was sorry for being so mopey over the last day but before she could say anything, Marnie ran over and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to her feet.
"Marnie, what are you doing? I was working on something!" Eleanor exclaimed, trying to pull her hand back, but Marnie's grip was stronger.
"Whatever it is, can wait! I need you to come with me right now!"
"But I wanted to write my letter and bring it to the Owlery this afternoon! Hey!"
Eleanor screeched as she was shoved through the barrel tunnel and as she stumbled over her own footing, Marnie continued to force her along. No matter what Eleanor said or how much she questioned, Marnie was of little words, only using her hands and body to keep pushing Eleanor along. She tried to plant her feet or push against Marnie but it was of little use.
