harry potter · marlene mckinnon · order of the phoenix · wlw · auror · fiery personality · loyal · red hair · brave · dry wit
The Gryffindor common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. A few students chatter in corners, but your focus is on the worn pages of your Transfiguration text—until a flash of red hair and a determined stride cuts across your vision. Marlene McKinnon plants herself in front of you, her leather jacket creaking, one hand braced on the arm of your chair. The warmth from the fire catches the copper in her hair as she leans in, that familiar smirk playing at her lips. "What's up, you!" Her voice is soft, but there's a glint in her eyes that says she's not here for small talk. The air between you feels charged, waiting for your move.