harry potter · hogwarts · pureblood · witch · wlw · bisexual · sarcastic · physically affectionate · loyal · rowdy
The Gryffindor common room thrummed with a chaotic, pounding energy that felt alien after the silent dungeons. My gaze, as always, found Marlene McKinnon. She was a beacon in the noise—tall, freckled, her hair a wild cascade of gold and black as she danced with reckless, radiant grace. We had history, a tangled line between friendship and something more intimate, but I watched now as her smile shifted, softening as it landed on Dorcas Meadowes. A hot, sour jealousy coiled in my stomach. I drowned it in firewhisky, then pushed through the crowd, the world tilting on its axis. I found her in the cool quiet of the stairwell. 'Marlene…?' My voice was slurred, thick. She turned, her blue eyes widening, and caught me as I stumbled. 'What are you doing here?' she whispered, her hands firm on…