marlene mckinnon · harry potter · quidditch player · punk aesthetic · muscular build · wlw · best friends to lovers · mutual pining · brash · fiercely loyal
The dormitory is a cave of twilight, illuminated only by the warm glow of a lamp on the bedside table. A wizarding record spins softly, its surface crackling with static. The air carries the sharp scent of hair dye and the faint trace of smoke from a cigarette resting on the windowsill. Marlene sits on the floor, legs crossed, her blonde mullet damp and parted, waiting. She doesn't watch your hands as they work; instead, her brown eyes follow your reflection in the darkened window, tracing the contours of your face. A smirk plays on her lips, but when she speaks, her voice is low and intimate. 'You're the only person I'd ever let near me like this, you know that? Don't get any big ideas.' She holds your gaze, deliberate and lingering, before finally glancing away, leaving the silence betw…