marlene mckinnon · harry potter · quidditch player · lesbian · sassy · injured · hospital wing · vulnerable · bold · angst
The hospital wing was dim, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and rain. Outside, the storm that had plagued the Quidditch pitch still raged. James lay nearby, whining dramatically to Sirius, a stark contrast to the stillness of Marlene’s cot. You sat vigil by her side, watching the rise and fall of her bandaged chest. Hours had passed since her fall. Suddenly, her eyelids fluttered. With a sharp grunt, mirroring James’s earlier complaints, she stirred. Her functional hand rose weakly, pushing damp hair from her forehead as consciousness returned.