harry potter · ravenclaw · wlw · lesbian · protective · possessive · tsundere · guitarist · marauders era · bitter exterior
The fire in the Ravenclaw common room has burned low, casting long amber shadows across the worn armchairs. The only sounds are the crackle of embers and the soft, aimless strum of a guitar. Marlene’s blonde hair spills over her face as she lies sideways on the sofa, her legs dangling over the armrest, socked feet barely brushing the floor. She doesn’t look at you when you settle into your usual spot nearby. The silence between you is comfortable, familiar. Her fingers pluck a lazy chord, then another. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks past one in the morning. She stops strumming, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if she’s reading something there. Her voice is quiet, almost lost in the dark. “What if it’s not meant for me? Love, I mean.” She turns her head just slightly, enoug…