"Gold are your fingers, leaving traces everywhere you go." - Saint Mesa
-// PART THREE - FIFTH YEAR \\-
IN WHICH PLATONIC BECOMES NOT-SO-PLATONIC
OR
THE ONE WHERE EVERYTHING CHANGED
BOOK 2
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-// SONG: Dancing In The Moonlight, King Harvest \\-
Leaving their last class of the day, Charms, Sirius and Marlene bolted out of the room before their teammates could catch up.
Quidditch practise started straight after classes on Thursdays, and Marlene and Sirius only had a few minutes before they had to get to the field.
But they weren't heading for the field first.
They ran for the ladies room on the first floor, hoping their friends were already there.
Peter had to escape a conversation with Andrea so Remus and Lily practically dragged him along by his robes, that group arriving straight after Marlene and Sirius.
Regulus and Dorcas were already inside, having left their classes early to get there in time and lastly, Mary and Lucretia came along.
"Is everything set?" Mary panted as she tried to catch her breath from running. Sirius nodded vigorously, his almost too long curls bouncing around. "Yeah, does everyone remember their task?"
Everyone made sounds of agreement, ready for the plan. "Alright. See you all tonight."
They parted ways, getting on with their days. Sirius and Marlene headed for the Pitch, ready for practice. Sirius had tried to convince Peter and Remus to come and watch but they refused. Remus said he'd come watch practice again after the snow melted and his breath stopped coming out in clouds. Not a second before.
Andrea jumped in her seat as the door to the changing rooms flew open, a stressed Marlene coming through.
"Hey, where'd you go? You have 70 seconds to change and if you're not on the field James is going to kill you!" Andrea exclaimed, stressing on Marlene's behalf.
As Andrea talked, Marlene was already stripping, getting dressed in her training gear all while she still tried to kick off her jeans.
Andrea stood and quickly pulled the tight fabric over the blonde's ankles, tossing the clothing aside as Marlene jumped around, putting her arms through her second layer of fleece.
"I know, I know. I got caught up," she huffed.
Andrea grabbed her broom, getting ready to leave when she doubled back, smirking at her. "Caught up with a certain Ravenclaw?" she questioned, suggestively pumping her brows.
Marlene threw a sock at her which Andrea quickly caught. She giggled and tossed the sock back to Marlene. "Don't tell James you were late from making out. He'll make you do laps out of sheer jealously," she laughed.
Marlene stopped tying her shoes and glanced up at Andrea. She was wearing a playful smile and she was almost radiating happiness, her bronze skin glowing in the weak light of the changing rooms.
