I'm Marlene McKinnon, 7th year Gryffie. I'm fabulous, end of story.
He watched her roll her eyes when he mentioned him and Lily. He was not going to not brag about the fact that he had finally gotten Lily. He was happy that she had finally agreed to be his girlfriend and he was more than happy. He also knew that Marlene was possibly in a mood, and that was probably why she was annoyed in general. He was going to for once, listen to someone else first. He just wasn’t good at listening to someone else first. But, he was going to try.
He rolled his eyes then. “That’s stupid. I mean, why the hell is he refusing to look at you? You’re pleasant enough to look at. So basically you’re saying he snogged you and then stopped talking to you? Because if that’s what you’re saying I’m going to kick his bloody arse. You’re like my sister and just because I forced him off of you doesn’t mean that he gets to be a fucking jerk to you.” James often forgot how much worse his mouth was normally. He kept that in check around Lily and that did not mean that he was whipped. Not at all. “Well of course you miss him. You like the wanker for some reason, so you’re going to miss him even though he’s incredibly stupid.” He took another drink of his drink then.
He noticed that she changed the subject but didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t know what she could have done to offend Remus. He was protective of Remus. Remus was one of his best mates and he was already a little unnerved over what had happened with Remus and Doe. He found himself saying out loud and probably a little harsher than he wanted to. “What did you say to Remus?” He knew that he had to watch that because no one could know Remus’ secret. It was Moony’s biggest fear that someone would find out what he was and he wasn’t about to let anyone else in on that. It was bad enough that he had told Lily as it was and that Lily knew that they were all animagi. “Remus is just like that. I’m sure he was just having a bad day. Just try to talk to him. If you talk to him, I’m sure it will be fine. Remus is the levelheaded one out of all the Marauders, after all.”
He looked at her when she clapped her hand over her mouth and watched her reactions. She couldn’t possibly have feelings for Remus too. What was it about Remus that made all the girls want him? He was just Moony and studied far too much. Granted, if any of them deserved to get some, it was definitely Remus. He thought about pushing the subject but his sudden burst of pain stopped that from happening.
“They’re all fucking stupid, and you know fucking Snivellus probably had a hand in it too. He’s all sorts of bitter that I get to touch her and he doesn’t even get to talk to her. This is why you don’t bloody call your best mate a fucking mudblood.” He nodded. “I’m well aware that it’s against the rules to use unforgivables. I’ll figure out what to do. I am head boy, so it’s my responsibility anyway.” He took the chocolate from her and took a bite. “This war is getting worse, you know. So many of them are talking the mark and it’s becoming more and more about blood purity. This whole thing isn’t going to end well. I talked to my mum and she wanted to even make sure I was staying out of it.”
Marlene bobbed her head in agreement when the topic turned to the Slytherins who’d cursed James. She smirked a bit at the increase in swearing - he must be really mad. He didn’t normally talk like that, especially around Lily, but he always slipped when his emotions started running too high. Marlene didn’t mind, though. She swore like sailor sometimes, herself, and James knew it. There was no need for him to bite his tongue in her presence. She liked how easy-going he was around her, like he didn’t have to be so careful. They really were like siblings in that regard.
"Ugh, ole Snivelly couldn’t land a girl like Lily in a million years," Marlene responded. Severus Snape and Marlene McKinnon did not get along. It was almost as bad as the feud between him and James, except Marlene was much more devious and sneaky. She’d never ever gotten caught, and there was never anything left behind that might incriminate her. And she took her time too, so he never saw it coming. But lately, Snape had been keeping to the shadows, so what James said made sense. She just had a feeling that Snape had turned to the wrong side. It made her blood boil every time she remembered that day by the lake when he’d called Lily a ‘mudblood’ and made her cry. Marlene would never forgive him for that.
She made a face at her friend when he threw his big ‘I’m-a-Head-Boy-it’s-my-responsibility’ bit at her; she still didn’t buy his act after almost an entire school year of witnessing it. “Oh look, little Jamesie is all grown up with responsibilities now,” she cooed at him, sticking her lower lip into a mock-pout. Chuckling at the look on his face, she handed him the chocolate. Luckily he didn’t put up a fuss, but then again, when had James ever refused a sweet? Her expression fell when he mentioned the war.
"I know," she responded sadly. "Mrs. P wants you to stay out of it?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "I guess I can see where she’s coming from, as your mom and all. But you better fucking believe that I’m not staying out of it.” A slight blush blossomed on her cheeks as she bit her lip and looked at him. “James, I want to be an Auror,” she stated simply. It felt so good to tell him. It was different than when she’d told Bertie. Marlene and James had history, not in a romantic way, but they’d been through a lot together. “Actually,” she added, wincing, “I’ve already sent in my application. I just have to wait to see how many NEWTs I get.”
Marlene wanted to make a difference in the world. As cheesy as it sounded, she thought it could stand some improvement, starting with ridding it of this Voldemort scum bag. She knew James and Lily were meant to be, which hopefully meant little Jameses and Lilys running around. The world needed to be safe for their children. And deep down, Marlene wanted kids, too. Three of them, if she was being honest. To her utter mortification (and only very rarely, at night, when she was alone and sad), she often pictured Remus as the father.
The blush on her cheeks deepened as she waited for James to reply. His opinion mattered to her a great deal, especially since her own brother wasn’t around to ask opinions of.