Jul 4, 2015
“James! James, where are -- hey!” Marlene broke off her one-woman search party for her best friend, in order to exclaim towards the Ravenclaw girl who’d just spilled some mysterious liquor down the front of her mother’s precious dress. Despite the short blonde’s shouts of protest, the greatly inebriated and bumbling girl staggered off into the throng of students. The teachers were on their way -- and there was no chance in hell Marlene was leaving James behind. With tear rimmed eyes -- whether it be from the sight of her newly stained dress or the stench of alcohol in the air, Marlene couldn’t tell you -- the Hufflepuff soon found her friend, demanding, “We need to leave,”