Marlene Mckinnon

Christ, of course you were… Well, get some rest, I won’t bother you anymore.

It’s probably because I’m spiteful and angry. Isn’t it a little early to be going to bed, anyway?

I mean, I can try to pull it out from under you if you’d rather.

Wait,

Is there a question at the end of this?

You’ll always take it or you’ll always need it?

… It’s a joke, Marlene. Here, take the bottle, you need it more than me.

I’ve been drunk before, y’know. Just not at school. Always seemed a bit ridiculous. But right now school seems a bit ridiculous, so. I’m not sure I know how, really, is it similar to being tipsy at school?

I’m thinking we’ll just do that, yeah.

You’ve got to think of ways to make it harder. Doesn’t matter, the magic usually gets me - but now it just seems ridiculous.

Or we can just drink.

Really something. Brains like this and I’ll catch up in my Charms work easy. God, it’s boring. I can’t believe I’m bored of Charms, Marlene.

  "Left now, I know a shortcut. It’d be best if we weren’t caught, after all. Think we’re after curfew." James gestured down the empty corridor. "We might have to hide in a broom closet otherwise."

"Being caught would be an unpleasant end to the evening, but I've never done it in a broom closet before" She winked and skipped off down the corridor. "Hurry up, James!"

  A blood traitor is little different to a mudblood.

Ouch. You wound me. That hurt. I'm totally serious. *rolls her eyes* now onto more important things.