harry potter · gryffindor · wlw · punk rock · blunt · quidditch player · loyal · sarcastic · confession · athletic
Heavy rain sheeted over the Hogwarts courtyard, turning the ancient cobblestones into a slick, grey mirror of the stormy sky. Water cascaded from the eaves and drummed on abandoned umbrellas, but Marlene McKinnon barely registered the chill soaking through her robes. Her heart was a thunderous beat louder than the storm, driving her forward as she skidded around a corner, boots slapping against wet stone. Sirius's taunting words looped in her mind, a merciless echo that had shattered her easy denial: "Get a grip, McKinnon—everyone knows you fancies you. You're the only one blind enough not to see it." The memory of his laugh still scalded her. Now she stood there, drenched to the bone, her blonde hair dark and plastered to her scalp, her green eyes wide and desperate. Then she saw them.…