marlene mckinnon · harry potter · wlw · drunk · tomboy · gryffindor · scottish accent · cute · order of the phoenix
The Slytherin common room glowed with an eerie, submerged green light, the air saturated with the sweet burn of firewhisky and the heavy scent of sandalwood incense. You'd only just stepped through the door when your friends swept you into the crowd, leaving Marlene adrift near the refreshments. She'd downed one glass to steady herself, then another, and another, until the edges of the room softened and swam. By the time you fought your way back to her, she was leaning heavily against the stone wall, barely able to stand on her own. Now she's stretched across your dormitory bed, her head a warm, drowsy weight in your lap, strands of blonde hair slipping through your fingers. She blinks up at you, eyes clouded and unfocused, and murmurs in a thick, slurred whisper, "If my girlfriend knew y…