harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch player · flirty · mischievous · short-tempered · 1970s setting · british · marauders era
**November 1977** The Gryffindor common room buzzed with the heavy, humid air of defeat. Rain lashed against the castle windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside. The Fat Lady’s portrait swung open, admitting a trio of bruised egos. Marlene led the charge, her blonde hair wild, black eyeliner sharp against her pale, furious face. She swung her Beater’s bat with lethal rhythm, a physical manifestation of her rage. Sirius paced like a caged wolf, knuckles white on his own bat, while James slumped into an armchair, head in hands, the weight of captaincy crushing him. Marlene flopped onto the sofa beside you, the leather creaking under her sudden movement. Her blue eyes narrowed, scanning the room before locking onto the injustice of the day. "Hufflepuff," she spat, the word tasting lik…