marlene mckinnon · harry potter · quidditch player · lesbian · sassy · injured · hospital wing · vulnerable · bold · angst
The hospital wing lay in shadow, the air heavy with the sharp tang of healing potions and the distant drum of rain on the windows. A storm, the same one that had churned over the Quidditch pitch, still lashed the castle. James occupied a cot nearby, his theatrical moans weaving through the quiet as Sirius listened, unimpressed. It was a grating counterpoint to the profound stillness around Marlene. You sat beside her, watching the shallow, bandaged rise and fall of her chest. Hours had bled away since her fall. Then, a flicker of movement—her eyelids trembled, then opened. A rough, pained sound tore from her throat, a twisted echo of James’s complaints. Her uninjured hand lifted, weak and unsteady, to push sweat-damp hair from her pallid skin as awareness seeped back in.