chapter 6
Marlene walks out of music theory with a headache. The people in her class literally never stop talking. Ever. Then they wonder why they don't understand third species counterpoint.
With Joan Jett blasting in her ear, Marlene’s not paying attention and collides with someone in the hallway. “Oh,” Emmeline dusts herself off. “Hi, Marlene!”
“Hey, Em! Where you headed?”
“Bathroom. Don’t want to leave during Chorus or Slughorn will have my neck.”
“Good point. I should probably go too but I’m severely dehydrated so shouldn’t be a problem!” Emmeline bursts out laughing at Marlene’s joke about her own lack of health. “Anyway, see you in a minute.”
“See ya!” Emmeline skips around the corner to head to the bathroom.
Marlene turns back around to head towards Benjy’s locker to put her Music Theory workbook away. She would use her own locker but it’s on the 4th floor and Benjy’s is right outside the recital hall on the 2nd floor. Before she can get there, she’s visually assaulted with the sweetest sight. Remus and Sirius are talking, leaning up against a set of lockers. They’re… very close, physically.
“Hey, gaybos!” Marlene bounces over to them. “Whatcha talking about?”
“Nothing. Just music stuff.” Sirius says, whipping around to face Marlene.
“Boring!”
“Yeah, what about you? What are you up to?”
“Well, I was on my way to Chorus but Slughorn is late everyday so why can’t I be?”
“Good point.” Remus nods to her. Marlene smiles, warmly.
“You’re in a good mood.” Sirius points out. “What’s got you all smiley?”
“Can’t a girl just be happy?”
“Not you.”
“Ok, fine. I talked to Pandora this morning. We had a prep meeting for next year's Hispanic Heritage Month Showcase.”
“Ah, there it is.” Sirius rolls his eyes.
“Ok judgmental.”
“You seriously need to get over her.”
“How about this,” Remus pitches, “maybe we can find a girl for you. What’s your type?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really have one.”
“Liar.” Sirius glares at her. “Everyone has a type!”
“I really don’t! What’s your type then?”
Sirius’s eyes go wide and he hesitates. “Umm. I don’t know. Like, brown hair?”
Marlene makes eye contact with him with a bored look on her face. She raises her eyebrows and looks at Remus pointedly before looking back at Sirius with a question in her eyes. You mean like Remus?
Remus sighs. Sirius blushes.
Remus pipes up first. “Ok. You got us.”
“What?” Marlene’s eyebrows knit together in faux confusion.
“Yes. We’re together, Marlene.”
“Yes! I knew it!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sirius rolls his eyes, again. It’s a shock they don’t get stuck back there.
Marlene is dancing around herself in celebration of her detective skills. (She has no skills. Sirius and Remus were painfully obvious. All she had to do was look at them.) Her celebration did not last very long, for when she looked to the side she saw Slughorn making his way down the hall towards the recital hall. She quickly composed herself and rushed towards her assigned seat before he realized she was in the hallway. Sirius and Remus were close behind.
“Good morning, students. Let’s warm up.” Great. Another 2 hours of this contemporary music bullshit.