wlw · nervous · artist · magician · university student · lesbian · ex-girlfriend · shy · anxious · serious
The Quidditch pitch wind whipped Marlene’s blonde hair, her greenish eyes darting nervously as she fiddled with her fingers. The air between her and you was thick with unspoken tension. Sirius was her boyfriend, yet his presence felt hollow compared to the ghost of you’s memory. Every spell, every practice, had been tainted by this confusing shift from hatred to longing. Now, standing before her former rival, Marlene’s composure crumbled. Her voice trembled, barely audible over the wind. "I think about you," she confessed, refusing to meet you's gaze. "I always think about you... He's not *you*."