#marlene3

It wasn’t Sirius’ fault. All right, it wasn’t entirely Sirius’ fault. James was at least partially to blame and he well knew it. Granted, sometimes they were a dangerous mix out on a mission, since they both tended to be somewhat reckless and jump into things. If one of them had been a little more levelheaded, and if it was anyone it was usual James, then it likely would’ve been less of a problem but they tended to really only encourage each other’s reckless nature, sure enough in their own skills that they could get out of it or at least back each other up in their harebrained plans. Sirius would argue that this had actually turned out for the best, in spite of him ending up in the infirmary at Order headquarters. The plan had (mostly) worked so mission accomplished. He probably should’ve gone to St. Mungo’s but he’d spent so much time there recently that he outright refused. Besides it was only a few scratches and a minor burn. With some potions and some healing spells he’d be right as rain in a few days. It was certainly a better option to have to be confined here than staring at the walls of St. Mungo’s. Sirius would probably go mad if he had to do that. 

Most of the problem now was that he was bored. His left leg wasn’t working particularly well at the moment, though, due to those scratches maybe being a little more than just scratches, so he was basically confined to bed rest. His right arm was bandaged and poulticed and he had to drink a foul potion every few hours to help with the healing process and take care of the magical burn that was a lot worse than your every day, garden variety burn. All right, so he was a little more hurt than just ‘a few scratches and a burn’ but that was how he’d present it to everyone else. At least he wasn’t in unbearable pain or anything, though he was certainly sore as he lay, shirtless, in the bed and stared at the ceiling. Reaching for his wand, he muttered ‘wingardium leviosa’ a few times and made four of the objects, mostly medical supplies and potion ingredients, start to float. It was a little awkward, doing it with his left hand, but he managed. He flicked his wand and made them start to dance around the room slowly, doing small, lazy figure eights and smirking a little. The door opened and he glanced over. “Please tell me you’ve brought me something to do that isn’t this.” He gestured, not expansively, more like a twitch of the fingers on his right hand, at the dancing supplies. 

It wasn’t as though Lux had avoided Marlene’s party to be rude. She just could not imagine herself getting on with everyone there, while having to roller-skate. Something she didn’t have the skills for. People and skates? She’d stick to motorcycles. “Hey, blondie,” Lux waved at the girl. See, she wasn’t avoiding her at all. “You busy?”

“If you’re going to bribe me, lipgloss is better than breakfast foods.” She still added a pancake to her plate as she sat down across from Marlene at the Hufflepuff table. “What can I help you with? I hope I’m able to.”

William reluctantly participated in the formal dance that most of the students participated. He hated the concept that they'd be changing partners in some of the steps making him let go of his date for the night. Just the mere thought of dancing with these masked women who probably doesn't even deserve the time of his day makes him want to march out of the Great Hall in a flash. But as a good date, he stayed and humor the lady and didn't spoil the mood.

He was a god damned good dancer as his mother made sure William grew up to be a proper wizard that dances well during pureblood gatherings. The masks on the females surely added mystery to them and William tried to relax and enjoy every thump of the classical music. He danced with everyone as the circle continued changing partners every few minutes.