The night before had been a blur, as they often were; her memories were clouded by the effects of alcohol, and the strange notion that she'd hit her head somewhere. It seemed that only moments after she'd managed to navigate her way back to the common room, she was forced to awaken for hours upon hours of dull classes, and was more a wandering zombie than an actual person after the first.
The corridor was crowded with bustling students, still excited to be back in the castle, to be back with friends and chosen family. They paused in huddles along edges, giggling about this or that; or they walked side by side, arms linked, setting off to wherever they were required to be. Marlene's feet dragged lazily in the chaos until the incosistent flow of traffic drove her mad. With a loud groan, she leaned her head on the person before her.
They turned around, shocked at the sudden intrusion, although not cross. "Wha - ?" They said, and Marlene looked up for long enough to identify Greta Catchlove, who she didn't know very well, but well enough to not feel strange about resting on her.
"So tired," the Gryffindor mumbled, wrapping her around around Greta's shoulders. "Carry me, please."
"I'm not sure if I could pick you up, but I'll try to drag you along." And Marlene agreed, because even being dragged was better than trying to walk herself.
