Animosity | Dorlene | Jan 1972
Her classes with the Gryffindors had been a whirlwind of snarky comments and sickly sweet smiles between the two. Dorcas Meadowes could not stand the blonde that was Marlene Mckinnon. Something irked her about the girl, she was too much for Dorcas. It seemed like an unspoken agreement between the two to utterly hate each other. Although, here they were after getting into an argument in Charms, both girls had been sent to detention with Filch. His cruel tasks of cleaning the trophy room. Looking up at the girl with a glare, Dorcas sneered pettily. “You do realise this is all your fault? Your immaturity landed us here on a Friday night.” Rolling her eyes towards Marlene as she polished off the quidditch trophy from 1965. “If you hadn’t made such a fuss about that charm, I obviously didn’t intend to singe your feather.” She totally had intended to do it.
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