Marlene the music snob
James Potter took a good long look at the journal on his bedside table. He wondered if he should pack it or not, his first day of second year was tomorrow and everything had to be perfect. He had to be perfect ,and the journal showed quite the opposite his mum thought that it would help him with his feelings she always said that he keeps too much in. That’s why she had bought him the journal for christmas last year, he hardly ever wrote in it but he figured he should give it a go. For his mum of course. He decided to pack it ,for his mum.
“ james are you almost done packing “ speaking of his mum
“ almost” James called after her he arranged
his books neatly in his trunk then rushed downstairs he smiled at his mum briefly and then rushed out the door trying his best not to slam it behind him. His father always got on him for so that.
When he was finally outside he glanced around and … there she was. one of his best friends in the entire world
Marlene Marie McKinnon
She was standing there as glorious as ever her wavy blonde hair shining in the rapidly depleting sun light. And maybe he was just being dramatic but he could have sworn she had gained an inch or two since he’d last seen her . She must have been the tallest of the bunch now at around 5 ‘8” atleast 5 9 with her chunky platform converse on. She had an interesting sense of fashion especially for a girl. But James didn’t mind , she was the coolest person ever in his professional opinion. “
finally your home!” James practically shouted . they ran at each other in the cheesy film sort of way. and then he almost knocked her over with a hug
“ alright alright it’s not like i was off at war or something” Marlene chuckled
“ you might as well have been”James said
“ugh you are so dramatic “ she complained trying to wiggle free from the hug. James knew Marlene wasn’t a hugger but serves her right for going of on holiday in France for a whole month. He knew she didn’t have much choice in the matter but he still missed her a lot. Marlene and James had been friends since before he could remember, you see the McKinnons and the Potters lived in the same little village in rural England the went to the same primary school and now they were in the same house at Hogwarts school for Witch Craft and Wizardry. They’d been basically attached at the hip since birth. James Potter Marlene McKinnon and of course Peter Petigrew. Peter was sort of the one out he didn’t share a lot of their common interests and he wasn’t very good at quidditch but he tried his best and was good and kind and that’s all that really mattered to James and Marlene. The three were basically inseparable Even more so now that they were all sorted into Griffendoor. James knew in his heart that they would be friends until the very end. They would grow up together and Grow old together but they’d never ever grow apart. That’s the promise they’d made to each other t night before they had left for their first year of Hogwarts. He had made them promise to be friends forever , because you know he worried about those kinds of things. His friends ment the world to him and he couldn’t bare to loose them.
He finally let go of Marlene , begrudgingly.
“ so how was France Marie Antoinette” James teased, moving to sit on the scratchy stone of his front porch steps.
“ eh ça va “ Marlene said in no where near perfect french then going to sit next to James
“ oh no shes forgotten english” James laughed
“ Voulez-Vous” Marlene shouted
“ahhhhhh” James screamed rather sarcasticly
“but actually i have zero idea what you just said”
“Voulez-vous! Like the ABBA song you uncultured brit “Marlene joked
“oh finally Marlene the music snob is back!” james laughed
and then they both burst out in a fit of giggles which then turned in to an out rageous fit of laughter. He was glad Marlene was back and they could still be laughing like this. James realized just how much he missed marlene . And just how much he had worried about her when she had gone. James knew better than anyone that Marlene’s family were not very nice to her some times. They didn’t hurt her physically but he had a feeling that the did a lot of emotional damage. Sometimes the hardest wounds to heal are the ones we cannot see. Marlene had always told him about how they would complain about how she dressed and the kind of music she would listen to. They told her she needs to learn how to act like a lady or no man would ever want to marry her. James thought that was a kind of messed up thing to tell a child but he would never say that to the mickinnons faces. He knew that Marlene would probably never marry a man it wouldn’t suit her. Marlene had never told him this but he had a feeling. I didn’t really matter to him he loved her all the same. But above all he was just glad to have his friends back and hoped that he’d never lose her again not even for a minute.
“hey we better getting going if we want to play a round of quidditch before it gets dark”
Marlene said
James and Marlene loved quidditch.
“ beat you to the broom cupboard”James shouted already running off
“Will Not” Marlene yelled back running after him.
And in the future when James looked back on this memory he remember nothing’s ing except Marlene the Music snob and feeling of pure contentment.</p>