The Burning Man Strikes [plot]

[marloww]

"Do you mean to say-"

"Oh, Merlin, no," Minerva huffed, bringing her butterbeer to her lips with a bewildered look to her eyes. "Child, I am well too old to even be thinking about calling anyone my boyfriendThe way the word rolled off her tongue brought a cracking grin to Marlow's face

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[so_harry]

It was a bloody Saturday afternoon, Harry in the middle of a proper moment of relaxation as a radio balanced on his knees as he laid back on the couch in the living room of his flat. It was the Ballycastle Bats versus the Falmouth Falcons and the Bats were up two hundred points when that bloody dragonfly caught him off guard, the radio falling from his knees and before Harry could even reach out to catch it, fell to the floor. The announcer's voice went deep and cracked before the radio fizzled completely. He groaned, rolling to his side as the dragonfly continued to hover.

Marlow never called out to him like this, certainly not sending a Patronus.

"Harry- we need you at the Three Broomsticks immediately-He frowned but wasted no time in grabbing his cloak and his wand before sticking his feet into a pair of ruddy trainers