Marlene McKinnon hated Dorcas Meadows.
She hated the way she smirked when she had won a quidditch match or when she was laughing with her friends. God Marlene hated her laugh; she hated the way it echoed through the room and how it shook her entire body.
She hated the way her lips curved when she was talking. Or when she was cursing. She hated the way she talked with her hands. Marlene hated the way her eyes lit up when she was talking about the plates or the stars. She hated the way Dorcas harshly scribbled into her bloody journals.
She hated the way she stuck her tongue out when she was about to answer a question in class. She hated the way she flew faster than her in every quidditch match. She hated the way Dorcas always had mismatched socks every single day. Marlene hated her gorgeous tucking earrings. She hated the way she made jewelry for people. She hated her stubbornness and how competitive she was.
She hated having to drag herself to the astrology tower to finally be able to talk freely to Dorcas. She hated the way Dorcas made her laugh and the way that she always wanted to kiss her in the dark. Well she wanted to kiss her all the time. Even though Marlene wouldn’t dare admit that to anyone. She hated the urges she got whenever in that tower. Marlene wanted to kiss Dorcas— or do more than kiss her. Marlene could never really tell. All she knew is that she didn’t hate Dorcas Meadows. She knew it was quite the opposite.