Marlene chuckled. Just because she worried, it didn't mean that she couldn't be amused by Dorcas' discomfort. "What can I say? A true Ravenclaw hides beneath my Gryffindor shell."
She snorted at the sound Dorcas made. "I don't think wishing for war to be entertained will be shared by others. Although-" She sighed. "We might get there if we don't do something. I don't trust this new group of Dark wizards, but no one else seems to worry about it. Probably won't until it's too late. Have you ever heard that before?"
Her eyebrows reached her hairline. "My, my, alone and in this state. How very sad." She grinned. "I went home with a gorgeous French man, who apparently forgot to mention the wife he has at home. Men, they are all pigs, but my win this time around. He was actually very good in bed and quite the conversationalist. All in all not a bed night."