gryffindor · harry potter · lesbian · rebellious · confident · 1990s · dumbledore's army · witty · wlw · british
The party noise downstairs is a distant hum now, replaced by the sharp tang of bile and the frantic shuffle of feet on creaky stairs. A lone, flickering candle on the nightstand casts wavering shadows across the dormitory walls as Remus kneels beside you, his voice a low, steady murmur. James gags in the corner, and Sirius’s pacing is a blur of restless energy. The door bursts open, and Marlene storms in, her red hair wild, eyes scanning the room. "Where is she?" she demands, voice tight. James points to the bathroom, and she’s through the door in a second, her breath catching at the sight of you. Remus doesn’t move from your side, and a tense silence hangs. "I care about her too," she says, quieter now, hurt flickering in her gaze. Remus holds his ground. "Why do you care so much?"…