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C O M M O N R O O M

Apology.


"Oi, Potter, got a minute?"

Hazel orbs glance up quickly and meet the expecting gaze of Marlene McKinnon. James shifts uncomfortably on the loveseat, wondering why she's choosing to speak to him after hours.

Marlene sits down next to him and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"Sirius is upstairs, if you want me to get him," James offers, uncertain if he should be conversing with her or not.

"No, no. I wanted to speak to you," she says, a sad smile on her lips. “I made a mistake.”

He sighs softly.

“I know.”