Grey had always reminded Marlene McKinnon of thunderstorms.
Dark, rumbling clouds coming over the horizon and flashes of hot lightning had always made her scared out of her mind - not that anyone would know.
Normally she went inside, to her safe bed, when a storm arose. Nothing could harm her under the covers.
That's why when Marlene stepped out into the courtyard that day, and sat to watch the winter storm come through, she was surprised with herself.
The hard, cold rain drenched her, and it had been him that had found her soaking wet. Him being Sirius Black.
Sirius had dark, grey eyes, Marlene noticed. They were stormy, like a mystery she couldn't uncover.
But her heart desperately wanted to.
"You have storm eyes," she'd said to him, and he'd chuckled softly.
"That I do."
Sirius's eyes weren't the only thing Marlene, er - enjoyed about him. His shaggy, black hair was a plus. His sculpted body was another plus.
He was a plus in general, she decided.
But he was a manwhore, a player, a womanizer. A toy she couldn't - and wouldn't - allow herself to play with.
Despite that, Marlene McKinnon's biggest fear was no longer storms, for she pictured his eyes, and stayed calm.
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Blue always reminded Sirius Black of the ocean.
When he was a little kid, before his parents' ways became apparent to him, the Black family would always go to the United States - to Florida, more specifically - for vacation.
He loved to dip his toes in the water, but shockingly, was never brave enough to get all the way in.
Narcissa and Bellatrix teased him endlessly about this, for even little Regulus got in the water.
Whenever someone asked Sirius where his favorite place to swim was, he always said, "The ocean." But really, he'd love to say, "Marlene McKinnon's eyes.