Who: @peterpxttigrew
Where: Lily and Marlene’s apartment
“You and Potter might as well go out without me tonight. I think I’d rather linger in my own misery.” Marlene muttered dramatically, words lased with sarcasm as she gave a general shake of her head in Peter’s direction. Typically gossip would not have been the thing that threw Marlene’s mind into a spin, atleast not when it was about her. She’d pass it off with a charming smile, wink at anyone that dared stare and call it at day. Because granted a small part of her had to admit that she revealed in the attention it brought. What was it her mother always said? It was better to be talked about than not at all; even if it wasn’t necessarily for the best reasons. But this was different. It weighed over Marlene like an unwanted shadow and reflected the very fears she harbored in her chest. Stolen glances at the ball had made her feel like she was hexed with the kiss of death itself, a part of her was starting to think what if they were right? Not to mind her conversation with James to top it off, it hadn’t exactly been the night she’d hoped it would be, to which Pettigrew had almost gotten the brunt of her insecurities being blabbed in his direction. Thankfully in Marlene’s case, the pair had been interrupted before she’d even had the chance to ask him if there was something wrong with her, if all she’d ever be was someone’s second best, someone’s play thing, someone’s.. nothing. Instead they grew deeper in her heart under a lock and key as she tip a sip of the black coffee in her hand. “I’m guessing you saw what she put? Rita?” Marlene asked, drawing her eyes up from the mug in her hand to one of her best friends.
