I will not be a lady.

Marlene McKinnon | Gryffindor Alumni | Barmaid at the Leaky Cauldron | Order of the Phoenix Member| Thrill-Seeker | Party Girl |Ex-Betrothed to Niklaus Mulciber

[barefoot-marlene]

03 January 1979

[thatonegudgeon-blog]

[winks] Hard to say.

[barefoot-marlene]

I’m going with a yes. Can you even see how many fingers I’m holding up or do I have twelve faces?

Originally posted by lifeofvampirediaries

[barefoot-marlene]

20 February 1980 || Remus

[lupinelupins-blog]

[looks from the bottle to her, putting two and two together with a sympathetic wince] You got sacked?

[barefoot-marlene]

[Instead of answering, Marlene simply takes a swig, tilting her head toward the second bottle] Are you going to join me or are you going to make me look like an alcoholic drinking alone?

Originally posted by queengilbert

[barefoot-marlene]

10 February 1980 || Diagon Alley

[emmeline-louise-vance]

Right, of course. How silly of me.

[barefoot-marlene]

Is there something you’d like to say to me, Emmeline, or are you going to continue acting like you know what we’re even talking about here?

[barefoot-marlene]

21 December 1979 || Leaky

[msmacmillan-deactivated20220816]

I should start practicing right away, then. Though I’m not sure how I’ll do it without my parents noticing…

[barefoot-marlene]

Don’t you know? That sneakniess is part of the fun.

Originally posted by lifeofvampirediaries

[barefoot-marlene]

20 February 1980 || Remus

[lupinelupins-blog]

[opens his mouth to protest but just looks more confused for a second] Wait, what do you mean you were a bartender?  Did you find a new job?

[barefoot-marlene]

[Marlene stiffened for a moment, but then pushed the drink at him again] No.

[barefoot-marlene]

10 February 1980 || Diagon Alley

[emmeline-louise-vance]

Instead of yelling at me, why don’t you just tell me your problems? You know I’ll be honest, and it’s not as if I care enough to tell anyone.

[barefoot-marlene]

Right now, you are my only problem.

[barefoot-marlene]

03 January 1979

[thatonegudgeon-blog]

[winks] Hard to say.

[barefoot-marlene]

I’m sure all the ladies find it to be your most desirable trait.

[barefoot-marlene]

03 March 1980 || Diagon Alley

[Marlene had just been by the Leaky Cauldron to pick up her last paycheck and her last box of items from the inn. She had stored all of her things in the Order’s Head Quarters, but Mad-Eye was only giving her until the end of the week to move them elsewhere. It was becoming a difficult decision. Her hope was that Mad-Eye would send her on the up coming mission. Then he would have to let her things remain at the Order while she traveled. The other option was, well, moving back home. She really wanted that mission]

Well, pay check, for your sake, I hope I learn how to budget in the next twenty-four hours...

[barefoot-marlene]

21 December 1979 || Leaky

[msmacmillan-deactivated20220816]

I could probably swing a one-night show, but I can’t promise that it would be any good.

[barefoot-marlene]

You can’t let me down.

[barefoot-marlene]

20 February 1980 || Remus

[lupinelupins-blog]

I, um - [he blinks down at the bottle in her hand again and back up to her, closing and locking the door behind them and following her back into the living room] I don’t… think I should drink much, actually.  Are you alright?  You seem very… manic, I don’t know if drinking is the best bet right now anyway.

[barefoot-marlene]

[she points her finger at him sharply] Don’t call me manic. I’m not manic. Manic is Trelawney or something. I’m perfectly fine. I just want to sit down and have a drink. Does that make me a bad person? I think not. I was a bartender for goodness sake. If I was going to become an alcoholic, it would’ve happened already. Now drink. [she shoved her other hand toward him, holding out the bottle]

[barefoot-marlene]

10 February 1980 || Diagon Alley

[emmeline-louise-vance]

Keep projecting your anger on me. I’ve grown immune to it.

[barefoot-marlene]

[Marlene threw her hands up in the air, turning away from Emmeline] I’m done. I’m completely done. Merlin, God, Zeus, or whoever else is up there, please help me to curb my homicidal tendencies in this moment.

[barefoot-marlene]

20 February 1980 || Remus

[lupinelupins-blog]

[Remus was curled up on the couch, mug of tea floating nearby and a book on his lap, even if he was still mostly focused on listening for Sirius coming home from HQ.  It was just his natural state of being, at this point - nervous and constantly on edge, waiting for some shoe to drop.  The knocking immediately tipped him off to the fact that it wasn’t Sirius, and he was already halfway to the door before he heard Marlene’s voice and her attempt at forcing open the locked door, opening it and blinking at her in genuine surprise before he moved away to let her in, eyeing the vodka before looking back up at her.]  Uh, hey, Mars?  You… alright?  Sirius isn’t here.

[barefoot-marlene]

[As soon as Remus wasn’t in her immediate way, she walked straight into the room as if the invitation had been extended. At this point, she wouldn’t be kicked out if he tried. She looked around the room, as if confirming his statement] No matter. You drink too. That’s all I need tonight. A drinking buddy. It would be Red if she wasn’t pregnant. Mary if she didn’t have a lesson to teach in the morning. [She was speaking sporadically, as if a whole thought was barely finished before the next one came along. She turned back to him with the bottle held out] Drink?

[foreverloyal-rodolphus]

05/January/1980 || Roaming the streets

[foreverloyal-rodolphus]

You should. You’ve managed to make it to the top of a very, very, long list.

[barefoot-marlene]

Who is at the bottom?

[barefoot-marlene]

10 February 1980 || Diagon Alley

[emmeline-louise-vance]

Ah, so you sent someone to St. Mungo’s? I assume you’re going to direct your frustration towards me anyways, so go ahead and rant. Just get me a drink first.

[barefoot-marlene]

Why would I get you a drink? [Marlene scowled, growing more and more frustrated at the conversation at hand]

[barefoot-marlene]

21 December 1979 || Leaky

[msmacmillan-deactivated20220816]

Sounds perfect. Be prepared for lots of success.

[barefoot-marlene]

You can be my first dancer. [she teased]

[barefoot-marlene]

20 February 1980 || Remus

[The entire last week had gone poorly for Marlene. On the tenth, she was fired. On the fourteenth, it was her birthday. On the eighteenth, she had been turned down by business after business. No one wanted a woman with her credentials and reputation. She had nine days left to get packed up and get out of Tom’s inn room. Nine days left to find a new place to live or end up spending the night on someone’s sofa - if they would even have her. Pride had kept her from really telling anyone so far.  After the third rejection this morning, Marlene had given up for the day. Instead, she had gone back to her room and packed. Now, it was near dusk and she couldn’t take it anymore. She assumed Remus and Sirius would be home and at least a source of amusement. So, with two bottles of vodka in hand, she had headed straight for their place. She did knock on the door, but it didn’t stop her from trying to push it open] Oi! Lemme in!

@lupinelupins

[barefoot-marlene]

14 February 1980 || Hogsmeade

[opheliadiggory]

Do you not like this day? [Ophelia was about to offer more when the question caught her off guard. She blinked slowly, not having expected the woman to ask her that in a long time.] I am, he’s in that store right now. I am just waiting for him. [She shifts awkwardly from toe to toe.] Amos is one of the most romantic people I know. He is… a very good man. [Her voice was quiet, not wanting to rub it in Marlene’s face, but merely show that romance was not dead.]

[barefoot-marlene]

[Marlene was aware of Ophelia’s instant discomfort, but she still couldn’t bring herself to consciously care. The mood had already bitten her] Well then, isn’t that nice. Perhaps you shouldn’t keep him waiting long, you know. Men these days. They aren’t exactly one-woman horses. [It was a low and untrue blow. Her mouth wouldn’t stop moving.] The clerk in that store has a good arse on her.