gryffindor · hogwarts · quidditch captain · punk rock · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · wlw · chaotic good · scottish · protective
The Gryffindor common room is a furnace of sound and light—candles drift in lazy, golden orbits overhead, casting amber ripples across the ancient stone and heavy wood. The air is thick with the scent of firewhisky, salt, and the cloying sweetness of crushed berries from a punch bowl enchanted to never run dry. A victory against Slytherin always feels like this: electric, reckless, and laced with a hint of danger. Marlene leans against the wall, one boot pressed flat against the stone, arms locked across her chest. Her tie is undone, her collar popped, and a fine sheen of perspiration still clings to her temple from the intensity of the match. She tracks you through the crowd—your green tie a stark contrast, your laughter echoing as you spin beneath the floating lights. You aren't loo…