99 Problems // Regulus & Marlene
Sneaking out pass curfew and going to the kitchens had become a weekly tradition for Marlene. It use to be something she did every now and then. Usually she'd bring a friend and they'd share ice cream and have a laugh. But lately she had been going down by herself, not bothering to tell anyone where she was going, with nothing but a bottle of Firewhiskey in hand.
Tonight she planned to drink 'til she couldn't stand, which was saying something because Marlene had a really high tolerance level when it came to alcohol. She wasn't expecting company. But as she leaned over the counter and poured herself her fourth shot (she may have bought shot glasses over the summer in Muggle London and thought she ought to bring them with her to Hogwarts), she heard someone enter the kitchen. Turning to look to her left, she noticed a head of black hair. "Oh, it's you."