IN WHICH
marlene mckinnon's astronomy partner doesn't seem to like her one bit, and she's set to figure out why.
OR
IN WHICH
vela black hates everything about marlene mckinnon. her perfect blonde hair. her perfect smile. everything about her seemed...
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one ₊⋆·˚🕷.‧₊˚🍒༉‧₊˚. irl
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"- just at the right time, you should be able to clearly see and identify the constellations-"
"sorry i'm late professor! i was just on my way and then-"
"that's quite all right miss mckinnon, have a seat, although i will have to take 10 points off gryffindor."
marlene nodded sheepishly, and swivelled around in the direction of her seat, simultaneously blowing a lock of hair out of her face.
oh great! she's barely even spoken and vela is already rolling her eyes at her. she doesn't get it, how can someone so mean and well... mean! be best friends with those hufflepuff triplets.
"stop rolling your eyes at me." she huffed out, aggressively attempting to loop her dark red leather satchel to the chair. it fell to the floor, causing marlene to let out yet another huff as she bent down to retrieve her bag.
she fixed it onto the back of the chair and sat back down with flushed cheeks deciding to look up at the black haired girl opposite her. she was staring. what is her problem!
"what? do i have something on my face?" marlene questioned, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she used her hand to wipe at her face in the case of a crumb perhaps from her breakfast.
"no you don't, now stop talking." vela snapped, she immediately turned her attention to their professor, but marlene swore she saw her eyes widen and her cheeks colour slightly. out of embarrassment of course.
realising she was meant to be taking notes at that moment, she reached into her bag in search of a quill but was met with complete and utter emptiness.
shit, she forgot to pack her bag.
holding back a groan, she scanned the classroom for the next closest person to her, and had to hold back another groan after realising that their desk was oddly the furthest away from all the other desks.
her eyes darted back and forth from vela to vela's quill. she could either grab the quill and start writing, or she could ask.
as her hand pounced for the quill, vela's whipped her head around and immediately grabbed marlene's hand.
"what do you think you're doing."
have her eyes always been this remarkable shade of silver? merlin they were beautiful. her palm was so soft, the pleasant smell of pomegranate lingering on her hand. from the hand cream placed on her desk, marlene suspected. and-
"mckinnon?"
merlin's arsehole.
vela probably thinks she's been staring at her and daydreaming. how bloody embarrassing, all she wanted was her quill? why, oh why did professor sinatra have to seat them so far away from the others.
"um, can i borrow your quill? i forgot to bring one with me because i was in such a rush-"
she was cut off by the dark haired girl silently placing the quill into her hand, before turning back to focus on the subject as if nothing had happened.
"thanks" she muttered.
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📨📨📨 , . !
IDK HOW TO END STUFF LMAO
the writing and plot gets better (hopefully) (in my head)
