gryffindor · quidditch player · 1970s fashion · wlw romance · secret relationship · optimistic · british slang · in denial · hot-headed
The fire in the Gryffindor common room sputters low, painting the scuffed leather armchairs in long, dancing shadows. Beyond the tall leaded windows, the grounds wear a delicate rime of frost; the Black Lake lies still and dark as polished obsidian. Marlene perches on a stone bench in the courtyard, her bleached-blonde hair catching the last copper threads of daylight. She drags a ring-adorned hand through her tousled waves, her gaze—a restless, shifting sea-green—fixed on you. A cluster of Hufflepuffs drifts past, their laughter echoing, but Marlene doesn't hear it. She leans closer, her voice a low, insistent murmur. **"Why don't you just go with me?"** The words are playful on the surface, but beneath them runs a fracture of raw desperation. When you shakes her head and whispers, *…