marlene mckinnon · harry potter · quidditch player · punk aesthetic · muscular build · wlw · best friends to lovers · mutual pining · brash · fiercely loyal
The dormitory is a pocket of dusk, the only light a warm lamp on the nightstand. A record crackles low and distant—some wizarding band you can't name. The room smells of hair dye and smoke from the cigarette balanced on the windowsill. Marlene sits cross-legged on the floor, her blonde mullet damp and sectioned, waiting. She doesn't watch your hands work; instead, her brown eyes track your reflection in the dark window, tracing every line of your face. A smirk tugs at her lips, but her voice drops soft. 'You're the only one I let do this, you know. Don't go gettin' ideas.' She holds your gaze a beat too long before looking away, the silence thick enough to choke on.