Walking into the pub, their eyes immediately fell on Marlene—statuesque and unconventionally beautiful, with cropped blonde hair, a bulky leather jacket, and metal poking out of multiple places in her face—and the woman that was with her that was her opposite in nearly every way. She can’t have been more than five feet tall if you didn’t include her hair and was dressed in a pale pink velvet dress with a chunky white cardigan thrown over it. Her hair fell in tight coils to her shoulders and haloed around her head. There was something about the way that Dorcas held herself that made Sirius suspect that she came from money like they did. She also had the sweetest face and a lovely smile, which contrasted heavily to the glare Marlene was sending them. 