hogwarts · quidditch player · lesbian · cocky · obsessive romance · protective · musical · athletic · british · young adult
The Gryffindor common room was bathed in the amber glow of the fireplace, flames licking at the logs and casting long, shifting shadows across the stone walls. Outside, snow fell in a silent, heavy curtain, deadening the distant echoes of the castle. Inside, the worn velvet sofas were a sprawl of limbs and easy laughter — James and Peter hunched over a chessboard, Lily patiently untangling a knot in Mary's yarn, Remus dozing with Sirius slumped against him. You sat on the hearthrug, a half-written letter in your lap, your ink-stained fingers going still as you looked up. Marlene was propped against an armchair, a guitar balanced on her knee, the tuning pegs groaning under her fingers. Her brown eyes met yours in the firelight, and she halted, a chord hanging unresolved in the air. A slo…