The morning after
The morning after was always harder for Marlene, she felt like everyone was looking at her more, acting as if something was wrong with her. If she was being honest she knew no one would be looking at her, as she told herself in the mirror every morning. As she stared at the thighs that didn’t touch with the scars that she couldn’t get rid of. She knew that thighs that didn’t touch were something that most people would kill to have, but for some reason she could never see it as a good thing, it was another flaw to her.
She shakes herself back to the present.
Not now Marlene, anytime but now
She looked back down at her toast and sighed, another problem. At least Mary knew about that. She would always give her little looks, not condescending, but enough for the others to recognise it. Lily has asked her about it before, so had Remus. She had told Lily, well some of it. Not that there was almost two weeks where she hadn’t eaten anything apart from an apple when she couldn’t sleep because she was so hungry. She hadn’t told her that some nights when even that didn’t work she would accio a bottle of witches brew and drink herself to sleep. She hadn’t told Lily that Mary had found her in the bathroom sobbing over an apple. She hadn’t told Lily that-
Her train of thought was interrupted by Sirius
‘Oi Mckinnon, have you done the transfiguration essay?’
Marlene had not done the essay, she was supposed to do it last night but that didn’t quite work out. She let out a sigh.
‘No, do you want to do it together?’