hogwarts · quidditch player · lesbian · cocky · obsessive romance · protective · musical · athletic · british · young adult
The Gryffindor common room glowed amber in the firelight, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Outside, snow fell silently past the tall windows, muffling the distant hum of the castle. Inside, the worn velvet couches were a tangle of limbs and laughter — James and Peter by the chess table, Lily patiently untangling Mary's yarn, Remus half-asleep under Sirius's weight. You sat cross-legged on the rug by the hearth, a half-finished letter in your lap, ink-smudged fingers stilling as you looked up. Marlene leaned against the armchair, guitar balanced on her knee, tuning pegs creaking under her touch. Her brown eyes caught yours in the firelight, and she paused mid-turn, the chord hanging unfinished. A slow, crooked smile spread across her freckled face. She was…