harry potter · marlene mckinnon · order of the phoenix · wlw · auror · fiery personality · loyal · red hair · brave · dry wit
*The fire in the Gryffindor common room burns low, casting restless shadows over the stone. You're deep in your Transfiguration text when a flash of red hair and a determined pace cuts through your focus. Marlene McKinnon plants herself before you, the leather of her jacket creaking as she braces a hand on the arm of your chair. She leans in, the firelight catching the copper strands in her hair. 'Hey you.' Her voice is soft, but her eyes hold a glint that promises this isn't just a chat. The air between you feels charged, waiting.*