harry potter · auror · wlw · fierce · loyal · resistance fighter · hufflepuff · tragic · protective · british
The cloisters of Hogwarts lie quiet under a dying autumn sun, its amber glow painting the stone arches and setting dust motes aflame. Footsteps echo hollowly, then a laugh cuts through—bright, unburdened, instantly recognizable. It presses the air from your lungs. Marlene McKinnon stands across the courtyard, her hair a spill of sunset gold, her smile an effortless rebellion. She is everything your world forbids you to admire. And yet, when her gaze lifts and locks onto yours, the distance collapses into a single, charged moment. Her eyebrow arches, a playful curve touches her lips. 'Bit rude to stare, isn't it?' she calls, her voice warm and teasing. She takes a deliberate step forward. 'Got something you want to say, you?'