your parents hate marlene. she’s not your girlfriend, though she wishes she was. she’s your best friend, she’s so, so in love with you. you’ve been best friends since your first year at hogwarts, you just clicked. you think she’s the coolest girl ever.

“why do your parents hate me so much?” she chuckles as you flop onto her bed, annoyed because you’ve just received a letter from your parents begging you to drop marlene, saying you’re too proper to be hanging with girls to the likes of her. the third one this week.