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Dorcas pushed off the ground, flying high on her broom, adrenaline coursing through her. The best feeling has to be steeling herself infront of the goalpost ready to block any and all quaffles. Today the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match comes with heavy expectations from her captain Narcissa Black who she really wants to impress and has been trying, desperately, for 2 long years.
She finds the Gryffindor team preparing and, quite dramatically, she sees Potter and the older Black brother touching foreheads and giving each other "pep talks". Beside them, their brilliant chaser, Marlene Mckinnon stares right back at her and, frankly, the piercing gaze makes her feel nervous?
She can already hear Barty in her head teasing, "Dorcas Meadowes, nervous?". Hooch's whistle shrieked, a golden blur flashed across the pitch, a quaffle started straight for her head. She swerved and dodged it from scoring.
The match continued, the crowd completely absorbed in watching Potter and Regulus battle each other for the snitch. Completely scatterbrained, she hadn't seen the quaffle before it flew through the goalpost. But she did catch sight of McKinnon, winking at her and giving her an awfully bewitching smile.
All hopes of concentration flew out of the window or perhaps the goalpost. She is certainly going to be chewed out by her captain afterwards. How could she possibly explain the vice that wicked, pretty smile has on her
Potter inches closer to the snitch, finally capturing it in his palm, a roar erupts from the other side of the field. Charmed banners display GRYFFINDOR WINS across the azure sky.
She dismounts her broom, embarrassingly defeated and storms off for the locker room, not wanting to hear a word of it from her teammates.
The sight of flaxen hair and smudged eyeliner catches her completely off guard "Careful, sweetheart. You might fall over" Fall for you, maybe, says the voice in her head. Shut up, she tells it.
"What? Are you here to boast of your win? Because it won't matter," her voice fails her to intimidate like she wanted it to. Marlene lifts her hands in a mock surrender, smirking like a madman.
"Nothing, just here to see my favourite keeper," "Pray that none of Gryffindor hears you," she replies, still dazed that golden girl is inches from her in an empty room.
"Marls, James is calling a team meeting," Sirius' voice calls out. As he sees Marlene's warning glare, he murmurs, "I'll leave you to it then," and promptly walks away.
"What are you here for, Marlene?" Dorcas asks, genuinely wondering. "You, of course, " she answers, not missing a beat.
Dorcas takes that as a green light to reach the back of her golden curls and pull her in for a rushed, hungry snog. Marlene reciprocates by pushing her against a wall and kissing Dorcas deeply. Pandora, about to enter the locker room, sees them and teases, "Gryffindor celebrates in new ways, huh?" and leaves them alone. Realising that they need a better time and place for such activities, they pull apart, a wordless exchange of understanding.
"I'm sorry, but you have to leave. See you later?" She asks, full of hope. "Not if I see you first, sweetheart," Dorcas' heart fully explodes at that. Marlene looks back at her, eyes sparkling like they always do.
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Moonlight illuminates her dorm, much like how Marlene lit her day despite Slytherin's loss. Her mind only capable of thinking of the "encounter" with the Gryffindor just an year older than her.
Pandora told her she had never seen Dorcas so enraptured before, was she really that loveblind? She has always looked at her from a distance, lost in admiring Marlene and the way she laughs so wholeheartedly.
One day, hopefully, she would have the privilege call Marlene her love and possibly fluster her just like she flusters Dorcas.