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Marlene McKinnon: Irritated
Sirius Black. Oh, how she loathes him.
The door to her compartment slid open.
"Hey, do you mind if—"
The speaker trailed off as she put down The Daily Prophet and regarded the new comer with a cool gaze. A look of pure distaste passed through her features briefly before it was masked by nonchalance.
"Oh, hey. It's you."
"Yes me, McKinnon." The boy countered with the same dispassionate tone tinge with a bit of irritation.
"What do you want, Black?" she asked opening her paper to resume her reading.
"Now that you asked, nothing. I was going to ask if I could sit here while I wait for my friends but clearly this compartment isn't big for the two of us."
He was about to drag his trunk and leave in search for another compartment when she spoke.
"Hmm, yeah you're right. This compartment isn't big for the two of us," she said conversationally still perusing the pages of her paper "at least, not with that big head of yours it's not. It'll no doubt be suffocating and I wouldn't see the fantastic view outside with your ginormous head on the way." She looked up and smiled at him mockingly.
He smirked and shook his head. "You know, McKinnon if you actually do something about that wild, bushy thing on your head you call hair, you might actually see something." He smirked at her one last time before turning and walking away.
Marlene McKinnon sat in her compartment clutching her paper, fuming silently and glaring at Sirius Black's retreating back.
Author's Note: Reviews and constructive criticisms are very much welcome! :D
