#managmentstarter

            It wasn’t strange for her to duel. Marlene got into more fights than a drunk Irish man, and these days any fucker who supported blood purity was a target for the blonde, and Amycuw had pushed her too God damn far. She had been within and inch of grabbing his wand and snapping the damn twig so she could go after him with her bare hands when Slughorn and stepped in. It had felt so 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 to have something, someone, anyone to fight against. For a moment she had been grateful to Lucius for giving her the release of a duel.

             𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷. When the dust settled all that was left was two teenagers left alone in the library to finish rshelving books together after curfew, without any damn magic. Some teachers assembly had placed them here unchaperoned, doors locked for three hours, and Marlene already felt sick of his presence, and his damn cologne.

             She sat sprawled across one of the tables, smoking a fag rolled two quickly from a page torn from one of the books they were meant to be sorting, and the tobacco she carried in her front pocket. All she wanted to was to lay here and finish the cigarette, and to drown out the smell of books and of fuckin’ pureblooded perfume.