#(marion interactions)

The brunette was a natural with potions and while she knew that she was going to go into it, it didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to give it her all even if she and Snape butted heads. It was probably because she was best friends with Fred and George Weasley and even if Marion was a Slytherin, that didn’t mean she was off the hook for much of anything. But that didn’t matter either. She would get through this year and the next year and be graduated and she would never have to see Severus Snape again.

Her brown eyes are focused on the book in front of her. It was filled with her grandmother’s notes, and in her opinion, Catherine Sherwood would have made a much better Potions Master than Severus Snape would. However, Marion wasn’t in charge. She barely noticed the other girl as continued her path down the empty hall. 

Marion let out a gasp as she bumped into her, causing her own book to fall as she looked up. “I am so sorry.” The brunette apologized quickly as she bent down to help the girl with her things. “Are you alright? I wasn’t even paying attention to where I was going.” She gave her a smile as she handed her bag back to her.

There had always been something soothing about making drinks and cleaning glasses and just running the bar in general. Marion loved it just as much as she loved archery and talking with her costumers. Her regulars included. Brown eyes glance up for a moment when she catches sight of a familiar redhead walking through the door. 

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” She commented as she went back to cleaning the beer glass that was in her hand before putting it up and reaching for another glass. It only takes a moment before the gin is sat in front of the woman as she sits down. Marion grins at her. 

“Rough night, last night?”