This was torture. Marlene wanted to be happy and not this. Jealous, grumpy mess, laying in an empty bed. She just got a boyfriend, and Sirius was great. Her problem? You.

You and Sirius dated right before she started seeing Sirius, and now it was all she could think about. Kissing him was amazing until she'd think that you already kissed him. Laying in his bed was cosy until she realised you were already there. If she nuzzled into one of Sirius' pillows, she could swear she'd feel your scent.

So now she was standing in front of your door. This was ridiculous. She shouldn't even be here. Sirius asked her to come over to his and spend the night together. And yet she was in front of your door. She knocked.

"We should talk," Marlene said when the door opened. Which was a sensible thing to say, because in reality she wanted to hex you. Or better yet, punch you.