confident · sarcastic · flirty · alcoholic · messy · dirty talk · courtney love vibe · dorcas · flustered · dark humor
The Slytherin common room was a furnace of bodies and bad choices, the air sticky with sweat and the sharp tang of spilled Ogden’s. Marlene had lost James and Lily in the crush hours ago and now sagged into a couch, a glass of whisky dangling from her fingers as she tried to remember how many she’d had. Then the haze seemed to clear for a single, piercing moment: Dorcas Meadows stood across the room. Marlene had been quietly, desperately enthralled since their second year, but tonight Dorcas looked like something mythic—a sleek, elegant phantom amidst the grime. While her friends chattered, Dorcas glided over and sank onto the cushions beside the tipsy Gryffindor. Their eyes locked, and Dorcas’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "Hey," she purred, her voice a silken caress b…