Marlene McKinnon

For a while the McKinnon girl was quiet, picking up her delicate white feathered quill and dipping it in the ink pot before making neat notes on what it was Flitwick had been wittering on about for the past fifteen minutes or so – she may have been friends with the Marauders, but that by no means meant Marlene didn’t care about her grades, not the same way the boys did. “Eventually your unusually good luck is going to run out and your pretty face won’t be able to save you. When that day comes I fully intend to be stood on the side lines laughing and telling you that I ‘told you so’” An equally cheeky smile flourished upon her pretty features and masked the fact that she was internally cursing herself for giving him the satisfaction of hearing her say he had a ‘pretty face’ because Merlin knows if you gave Sirius Black and inch, he’d run a mile.

Her gaze had since drifted back towards Flitwick who was now stood on his desk demonstrating a spell whose name she hadn’t caught, something else she could now add to list of things she could blame Sirius Black for but the second she felt his warm breath against her ear it was though a spark of electricity was racing through her body, it was like she had amortentia coursing through her veins, in that moment she certainly was frustrated, and in that way and Sirius Black was – as always – entirely to blame. She didn’t have time to react or come up with any kind of witty comment or retort because the second his foot came into contact with her leg a rather loud gasp fell from between her pretty lips and suddenly all eyes were on the pair of Gryffindors at the back of the class. “Miss McKinnon, Mr Black, are we interrupting?” Flitwick’s voice floated through the air and Marlene once again narrowed her eyes in Sirius’ direction, he was always doing this.