Incognito

✑ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐.𝟖

𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝟾:𝟹𝟽 𝚊.𝚖 I

"It has to be today," Flitwick insisted, his eyes half shut with boredom to the conversation, or perhaps the early morning. They'd been in the meeting, discussing several issues for three hours now, and everyone was getting rather bored.

"Well, you saw how our spies reacted when the girl finished in Hufflepuff early! They went fucking nuts!" Replied the leader of Slytherin, running a hand along his tightly shorn hair.

"Well, frankly: fuck them, Hagrid. Quite honestly, I'm struggling to give a toss what the rest of our spies say. We've made a decision. It's final. We tell Hogwarts Lily Evans' House today."

Hagrid nodded, clearly seeing no point in arguing.

"Super. You're dismissed."

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𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝟾:𝟺𝟷 𝚊.𝚖 I

Marlene shoved her breakfast tray unceremoniously next to James, promptly plonking herself down next to him and ruffling his hair.

"Puma, do yo—" he looked up and took in her unbrushed hair, crumpled uniform, and undeniable frown.
"Morning, Princess."

"Not a fucking word out you, Potter. Not a word."

"I make the rules."

Marlene did not answer right away, instead, she surveyed his face like it had the audacity to make noise. "You have a lovely face, mate. It would be a right shame if I shot it."

James snorted, his hand coming automatically down to the gun strapped in a holster around her shoulder, making sure she hadn't actually drawn it on him.
"Alright, Puma. No more jokes. Can you at least tell me why you look like shit?"

Marlene took a large bite out of her croissant, then a gulp of black coffee (Marlene never drank black coffee) before she replied.
"I was up all night with wedding preparations with bloody Alice and her last-minute everything. For a woman so capable on the field, Hunter really is a fucking scatterbrain in normal life."

"Probably why she agreed to marry Frank," James remarked.

"OI!"

He looked up to see the aforementioned Frank Longbottom in the seat diagonally opposite.
"Sorry, mate."

"No damage done."

He sent Frank a two-fingered salute before turning back to Marlene.
"So this is why you've not been arsed to change your gear from yesterday? And your hair is worse than mine?"

Just at that moment, Petunia Evans chose to situate herself next to Frank, directly opposite James.
"No no, Marlene. Your hair is by far worse. There's a very distinguished line between, sex hair and bird's nest."

"Fuck you, Peacock."

"Save it for your girlfriend."

"I will.

James smirked, "might want to brush your hair first though."