Sirius & Marlene, 3.a.m. Friday
Marlene angled herself towards him in the water. Freshly wet with lake water, his hair looked pitch black, slicked back damply against his head. Too slick. Too perfect. As with most things that struck her with this impression, a part of her desperately wanted to mess it up. She returned Sirius's grin with a sly, Cheshire-like smile. "Right." She agreed. "Early morning swim, for example." Her tone was nonchalant, even as her eyes glinted with something like mischief as she volleyed back her response. "And what is it you want to do now?"