MARLENE MCKINNON (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spitfired) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} incipimusiterum, |
Boys. Set it all up for them and they rarely disappointed. Still, her stomach twisted and tightened with anticipation as he began to swim closer, all inked bare skin and that sharp grin of his. It was strange to recognize the familiar sensation - the prickly, needy, impatient feeling of want and adrenaline roiling in her stomach - with regard to Sirius Black. A boy she'd known since they were both eleven, little firsties sent off to the same table at the Sorting Feast. If only her eleven-year-old self - all messy plaits and missing hair ribbons, the girl who freed the fairies from Slughorn's potions classroom and, after hearing Mulciber call Lily something nasty, had hexed him so viciously that he wasn't able to see past the pus-filled boils all over his face and she'd been given two weeks detention on the spot - could imagine that in another eight years, she'd be swimming well past midnight with Sirius Black in his soaked through skivvies... The thought was nearly enough to make her laugh out loud, but she resisted the urge.
"Get a job?" Marlene mused, mock-thoughtfully. She brought her hands up to absently adjust the swimsuit tie around her neck, shifting her wet hair over her shoulder to do so. "Do some recreational reading? Climb Kilimanjaro? Start a band? Bring about world peace?"