𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎

𝟶𝟸𝟷-𝙰 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔

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On Valentine's Day, Marilyn woke up from her hour of sleep to find her dormmates talking excitedly about their dates as they tried on outfit after outfit. Her lips twitched as she slid out of bed and she moved to look through her clothes to find something to wear to Hogsmeade. She settled on a grey skater skirt with a cropped dark green long-sleeved shirt that she tucked the Slytherin locket into.

"Oh, Marilyn, I love your outfit!" Cho squealed, bouncing over to her.

Marilyn offered her a small smile. "Thank you. You look great too, I'm sure Harry will love it." 

Cho blushed, looking nervous as she returned to her own bed. Marilyn, meanwhile, slipped on her shoes and grabbed a light black jacket and her purse before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Her eyes landed on Marvolo, whose cheeks were tinted pink as he talked to Katie. A week before, he had approached Marilyn nervously, ranting about how he didn't want to put Katie in danger by going out with her. She had been sure to assure him that Katie would be okay if she went out with him and that she would go and duel Voldemort for him if their noseless git of a cousin were to do anything to harm the sweet Gryffindor chaser. He had asked out Katie the next day and been absolutely ecstatic when she said yes. 

Marilyn walked into Hogsmeade on her own and went straight to the Hog's Head. 

"Mary, Hogsmeade weekend, is it?" Aberforth asked, walking over and hugging her.

"Yeah. Did you hear about-?"

Aberforth's expression darkened. "Yeah," he said gruffly. "I'd say the Ministry'll catch 'em, but I'm a bit dubious myself, so instead, I'll say that if you ever cross their paths I have no doubt they'll pay for what they did."

"Thanks, Aberforth." She said quietly. "Do you mind if I go upstairs?"

"Go ahead," he said and returned to wiping glasses as she slipped upstairs to her bedroom.

She walked inside and glanced around the room. Nothing had changed at all since she left for school in September. The royal blue blankets covering her bed were still neat, the room organized, and her many leather notebooks were still on a shelf where they were encased in quite a bit of protective magic. No one but her would be able to get them down, and if someone were to try, it just wouldn't work. The only people she suspected were powerful enough to get them down were Dumbledore and Voldemort and she sincerely doubted Voldemort would be stopping by her room anytime soon.

Marilyn heard footsteps coming up the stairs and whirled around as the door swung open. Turner was in the entrance, smirking at her as he admired her outfit. 

He had liked the brunette for years, but somehow she was completely oblivious to it. She was completely convinced he just liked to irritate her, but she couldn't deny the growing feelings she had for him.

"Come on, Mary. I'm taking you out." He said, slipping his arm around her and tugging her out of the room.

"Out—what?" She asked as he pulled her down the stairs.

"Out." He said, "Like we're going to spend the day together." 

She was still awfully confused as he tightened his grip on her and turned on his heel, apparating them both away without warning. 

They appeared somewhere that seemed very mugglish and Marilyn gave him a questioning look.

"Where are we?" She asked, looking at the building they were in front of. She could hear music coming from it loudly and they weren't even inside.