Marlene sat down in the empty classroom, her elbows place on the table in front of her, chin resting on her hands comfortably as she blew on a strand of stray hair. After Bellatrix’s little spell, she’d found her gorgeous mane had been turned into a mess of flyaways and frizzy hair. Oh, how she wished she could’ve been able to retaliate- Marlene had to admit, the gluing her tongue to the roof of her mouth before lashing out? That was absolutely brilliant. If there was one thing no one could take away from the eldest Black was the fact that she was quite talented with that wand of hers.
It’d already been a few minutes since detention had official started and Flich had already gone out to fetch the ‘missing rascal’. Apparently, he quite enjoyed being in charge of sitting in a room with some students for a few hours as punishment. The brunette found her train of thought broken by the sound of the door opening, pulling her away from her trance like state as she turned to see if Flinch had finally returned to interrupt her peace and quiet. However, the small frown she wore at this idea only deepened when she realized who had stepped inside, “This day just got a thousand times brighter, yay.” If the lack of enthusiasm wasn’t enough, the way she turned away from the girl and rolled her eyes surely should’ve been enough indication to represent exactly how sarcastic the comment was. “Flich’s out looking for you, he doesn’t look to happy.”
@bellablack-tfo