This is my hundredth story, people! Do leave a good review.

Btw, JAMES BIRDSONG, I don't know if you'll read this story or not, but if you do, thanks for reviewing so many of my stories. Your reviews always make me smile.

And Bea? This is for you and Tom too. Thanks for inspiring me so much.

"Did you start writing your English essay, Marlene?" Lily asked, nibbling on her salted crisps.

"Oh, shoot! I'll start right away! Thanks for reminding me, Lils. Did you already do it?" Marlene said, rushing over to grab her laptop.

"I finished it ages ago," Lily boasted, her chest swelling with pride. She never procrastinated on her assignments; it was one of her best and worst qualities.

"Sod off, Lils… why did I even ask you?" Marlene grumbled. She sat down on the window-seat, her laptop on her lap, and started to think about her thesis.

The sunlight coursed through the open windows and warmed her skin the same way her mother's fondue used to warm her to her core. The clouds were as puffs of radiant joy, ready to disperse into the wind.

Marlene sighed happily as she basked in the glow of the sun, stretching her fingers out to caress the warm sunlight. Her heart wasn't into writing at the moment when she could enjoy the beautiful day outside. But she knew she needed to finish her essay as it was due tomorrow.

She occasionally glanced out the window, her heart aching with longing. She gritted her teeth and started to type.

Ten minutes into her essay, she felt as if someone was watching her. She looked at Lily who was busy reading a book on the sofa. Marlene frowned when she realized Lily couldn't have been staring at her as she was too engrossed in her book.

Deciding to ignore the feeling, she turned back to her writing. A few minutes later, she groaned and tilted her head back to massage the crick in her neck. It was then that she caught sight of a young man with blazing-red hair sitting in the balcony in the flat above the flat across from hers. His shocking-blue eyes were trained on her, his own laptop lay forgotten on the small table.

Marlene looked around to see if he was looking at her, and the man hurriedly glanced away, embarrassed. Marlene shook her head and turned back to her laptop, trying to ignore the man. But she couldn't ignore him for long; the man turned back to gaze at her silently.

Marlene called out in a low voice to Lily, "Hey, Lils?"

Lily hummed noncommittally as she flipped the page. "Yeah? What is it? Don't ask me to help you with your essay, Marley, because I won't. Do it yourself."

"No, Lils… it's not that… there's a bloke in the building across from ours… he keeps staring at me. I don't know what to do," Marlene said, her eyes fixed on the laptop.

"Is he cute?" Lily asked absentmindedly, her eyes focused on her book.

"Yes…"

"Wave at him, see if he waves back. If he doesn't, it means he's not looking at you," Lily advised her best friend.

Marlene didn't know if Lily was serious or not, but she looked up at the man and awkwardly waved at him.

The man smirked and waved back. Marlene blushed with embarrassment and quickly turned back to her work. "Now what do I do?" she squeaked out, looking at Lily.

"I don't know… wait, did you wave at him?" Lily suddenly looked up at Marlene with surprise.

"You told me to!" Marlene squawked in indignation.

"I didn't think you would actually do it!" Lily gasped, amused at Marlene's recklessness. "Who is the bloke anyway?"

"I don't know. He's in Mrs McGonagall's flat," Marlene said.

"What? Is he the black-haired idiot who roams around without his shirt on?" Lily cried, jumping off the sofa and hurrying over to Marlene.

"What? No, this one's got red hair," Marlene said quickly.

"Oh, thank goodness! I can't stand that little shit! He pretends to be God's gift to women and it gets on my nerves!" Lily snarled, walking back to her seat.

Marlene chuckled and glanced towards the man. Her eyes widened when she saw there was another man in the balcony with the redhead. The other man had jet-black hair and round glasses.. Marlene immediately knew it was the man Lily had been griping about a few seconds ago.

The black-haired man excitedly waved down at her, leaning over the balcony, and yelled, "Hey, where's your pretty little friend?"

Marlene turned her head to look at Lily who snapped her head up at the sound of the man's voice. "I think he's calling you, Lily," Marlene teased, grinning at her friend.

Lily's face turned purple with rage as she stormed up to the window, leaned over Marlene, and screamed at the man, "Fuck off, dickhead!"

An old couple walking by the building looked up in annoyance at Lily. Marlene covered her face to hide her laughter as the man simply beamed down at them.

"Go out with me, you with the face of a lavender!" the man yelled down at Lily.

"My name's Lily, not Lav—" Lily paled and gasped when she realized she had just revealed her name to the git.

"Ooh, Lily! The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,

The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:

While the Lily white shall in love delight,

Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright!" the man screamed at her, his eyes shining with excitement.

Lily stumbled back from the window in horror and fell to her knees. "Shut the window, Marley! He's quoting William Blake at me!" she whimpered, her hands over her face.

Marlene grinned at Lily and turned her head to look at the men. The redhead had his hands over his face while the black-haired man was still leaning precariously over the edge of the balcony.

Marlene couldn't help herself; she gave the black-haired man a quick thumbs-up. The man saluted her and clapped his hand on the redhead's back.

Marlene shut the window and stepped away with her laptop. Meanwhile, Lily continued bemoaning about that bellend reciting a poem by William Blake to her. Marlene pursed her lips to hide her amusement.

A few days later, Marlene sat on the window-seat again, gazing at the street below. Lily had left the flat to buy groceries, and Marlene was bored out of her mind.

She yawned and absentmindedly looked up at Mrs McGonagall's flat. She had learnt a couple of days ago that the old lady had rented the flat to three young men. Lily had cursed like a sailor when she had heard Mrs McGonagall talking about how good the trio were.

Marlene's eyes widened when she saw the redhead leaning over the railing and leering at a young woman passing by. 'Oh, he was such a pervert!' Marlene thought angrily.

A few moments later, the redhead caught sight of her in the window and immediately winked at her. Marlene's eyes widened when the redhead made a lascivious gesture with his hands.

Marlene scowled and slammed the window shut. The redhead laughed heartily, and Marlene ignored his lecherous gaze by yanking the curtains shut.

''How dare he look at me like that? Next time I see him, I'm going to make him pay!'' Marlene snarled as she stormed into her room.

Two days later, Marlene was at the window again. She tried to get the security guard's attention by waving her arms at him, but the old man was too short-sighted to see her.

Marlene yelled, "Mr Filch! Mr Filch! Up here!"

But the old man was also hard of hearing. He sat in his chair, squinting at the register in front of him.

Marlene groaned and looked around the flat. Lily had taken Marlene's phone with her to class as her phone was at the repair shop. Lily had absentmindedly pocketed both sets of the flat keys before leaving. On top of that, their landline didn't work at all.

Marlene was having a terrible day. She had spilt her hot coffee on her lap, slipped and bruised her arm while showering, and now, she had started her period but couldn't find any tampons or pads in the flat.

And then, to top it all off, the redhead appeared on the balcony with a cup of steaming hot coffee. The man caught sight of Marlene precariously balanced on the edge of her window-sill.

"Hey, love! You'll fall off! Be careful!" he yelled down at her, immediately placing his cup on the table.

"Don't talk to me, you pervert!" Marlene yelled up at him, furious at his appearance.

"Wh-what? I'm n-not a pervert!" he cried out, his eyes wide with fright at the claim.

"Yes, you are!" Marlene screamed at him and turned back to getting Mr Filch's attention. "Mr Filch! Help! I'm stuck, Mr Filch!"

But Mr Filch had closed his eyes and had drifted off to sleep. Marlene groaned and clenched her eyes shut.

"Hey, love! What do you mean you're stuck? Do you need help?" the redhead called out to her, worried for her.

"I don't need you to help me, you bloody nutter! Next thing you'll try to get your leg over!" Marlene yelled at him.

"Now, look here, love. I'm not that kind of bloke, alright? Sure, I'd like to get my leg over, but that doesn't mean I'll harass you for it! I'm a very decent man, I swear!" the man yelled at her.

Marlene scowled up at him and snapped, "Sod off, I'm busy!"

"No! I will not leave until we discuss this like rational adults!" the man barked at her and suddenly disappeared from view.

Marlene rolled her eyes and thought, 'If he wasn't such a creep, I would have asked him out. Thank goodness I found out before I did.'

She paced in front of the door, wondering when she would be free to go to the supermarket and buy some feminine hygiene products. She couldn't just bleed out on the ground, could she?

Just then, someone banged their fist on the door. "Open up, miss! I demand to know why you called me a pervert!"

Marlene gaped at the door with disbelief. Did the man actually come over to her flat to argue with her?

"I can't open the door, alright? I don't want to discuss anything with you!" Marlene yelled at him through the door.

"If you don't open up, I'll break down the door!" the man yelled.

Marlene's eyes widened when she heard his threat. She cried out, "Is this really necessary?"

The man snarled, "You slandered me by yelling names at me! I'll call the police if you—"

"I'm stuck in here, mister! If I could open the door, I would!" Marlene barked, feeling uncomfortable talking to the door.

There was silence outside. "You're… stuck?"

"Yes! My friend accidentally took the keys and I need to go to the supermarket… it's an emergency! Mr Filch has a spare but he's practically deaf!" Marlene cried, tears forming in her eyes. The day had taken its toll on her.

The man said, "Fine! I'm coming with the key! Then, we'll continue our conversation!"

Marlene rolled her eyes and thought, 'Such a wanker! He's pretending to be a self-righteous man when I know the truth about his lewdness!'

A few minutes later, the doorknob turned and the door swung open. Marlene cried out, "Oh, thank God, Mr Filch!"

Mr Filch hobbled away without a word, leaving the redhead in the flat with Marlene.

"If you kill me, Mr Filch will testify against you in court," Marlene warned him.

"What? Why would I kill you? No, I'm here to talk about what you wrongly named me!" the man said.

Marlene grimaced and said, "Um, can we talk later? I need to go to the supermarket…"

"No, we'll talk—"

"I'm on my period, you fool!" Marlene barked, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

The man blinked twice at her and then nodded. "Would you like me to go and buy those for you? You don't look like you're in the… state to leave the house," he awkwardly said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Marlene paled at his suggestion, but she knew she would have to send him anyway. He was right; she couldn't walk out of the flat looking like the way she looked. And her cramps were killing her, stabbing her from the inside and making her relive every sin she had ever committed as punishment.

"Yes, please, thank you," she mumbled awkwardly. She wrote down what she needed and handed him the money. The man left the flat and disappeared down the stairs.

Marlene took deep breaths to decrease the pain in her abdomen. How embarrassing was it that the redhead had seen her in such a terrible state! What was surprising was that he kept on repeating that he wasn't a pervert.

When the man arrived with her products, she yanked them close to her chest and retreated into her toilet, making sure to lock it properly. But he had said that he would break down the door of her flat if she didn't let him in… Would he try something now?

But nothing happened. Marlene left the toilet, awkwardly shuffling her feet towards the man.

"Now, sit down and let's talk this over," the man ordered, already seated on the sofa with his arms stretched over the back.

Marlene sat down opposite him and said, "Listen, I shouldn't have yelled names at you from the window, I agree. But I—"

"Why did you call me a pervert?"

"Because you were staring at me with a very lewd look in your eyes the other day!" Marlene cried defensively.

"What? When? The day you waved at me?" the man asked, bewildered.

"No, two days ago! You were on your balcony and—"

"I wasn't even at home two days ago! How could I look at you like that? I've only seen you once before today—and that was when you waved at me!" the man argued vehemently.

"Don't lie to me! I saw you catcalling some random woman walking down the street. And then, when you saw me looking at you, you winked at me and made a disgusting gesture!" Marlene snarled, her fists clenched.

The man stared at her for a few moments and suddenly gasped. "Oh, shit! That bloody tosser! I'm going to kill him! That's why Fab kept asking me if I had heard from the gorgeous brunette!" he muttered under his breath.

"What are you talking about?" Marlene frowned.

"Oh, love, I'm terribly sorry, I truly am! My twin brother, Fabian—he's a Grade A arsehole, I swear!" the man explained, scratching his head.

"Your… twin?" Marlene was flummoxed.

"Yes, he looks like me," the man blurted out. His cheeks darkened to a burgundy at his dumb explanation.

Marlene bit her lip to hide her laughter. The man genuinely looked embarrassed at what had occurred. She teasingly asked, "He's the pervert then?"

The man immediately nodded and said, "Yes! He always flirts with everything he lays eyes on! He even used to flirt with Alaska!"

"Who's Alaska?" Marlene was curious.

"Our dog! Once when Fab was pissed, he made out with James' shoes! Can you believe it? Shoes? And he said they were the best kissers he had ever come across!" The man gesticulated wildly as he spoke.

Marlene burst into guffaws at the mental image he had presented her with. "Okay, you've made your point. It wasn't you… I'm sorry I called you a pervert…"

"It's not your fault, love. Rest assured that my twin will die a horrible and painful death," the man said with a smile.

Marlene grinned and asked, "May I help?"

The man beamed at her and said, "Of course! It wouldn't be the same without you!"

Marlene laughed heartily at the man's remarks. She said, "Well, partner-in-crime, your accomplice's name is Marlene McKinnon."

"Your accomplice's name is Gideon Prewett. Don't forget the name… you'll be screaming it later," Gideon said with a smirk.

Marlene's eyes widened and she gasped. "What?"

"In court! Later in court… when we get arrested for murder," Gideon stammered, his cheeks as red as his hair.

Marlene laughed and shook his hand. They had a mock-murder to discuss. Even if they wouldn't kill his twin, they still needed to get their revenge. And two minds were better than one.

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