reality sucks

Marlene McKinnon | Gryffindor | Seventh Year “I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.”

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Come one, come all!

[hopeless-brown-blog]

You make a tempting proposition… and how long until this “party”?

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Bloody hell, I don't know. First we have to, you know, plan it.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Come one, come all!

[remuslupiinn]

Well thank you. I think it might be due to being best friends with the two most sought-after guys of Hogwarts, but that’s just a hunch.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

They're both idiots.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Come one, come all!

[peter-g-pettigrew-blog]

"Your parents? What about them?" He chugged down a mouthful and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The morning was peaceful almost to the point of being surreal. A unicorn could have bursted in through the windows and he and Marlene would have kept on drinking without as so much as a glance. Funny, he’d never had such moments with Marlene before. Mostly because he’d never really spoken with her. After all these years, the two “friends” were still strangers. 

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

"Death Eaters murdered their son and are now right next door to their daughter. It's been a rough time for them." She said the words as casually as if she was talking about the weather, ignoring the sting she felt at them. 

[mary-mary-who]

You’re not unpredictable, you’re just reliable. 

Our names are signed, boogedy, boogedy — I’m getting off track. Everything is…not really. I dunno. But the point of the song is…I can tell you anything, yeah? I trust you, Marls. 

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Then I'm glad for that much.

[She furrowed her brows, nodding slowly.] Of course you can. Is everything alright?

[rekless123]

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Come one, come all!

[peter-g-pettigrew-blog]

"Well then," [Peter grabbed two cups that were sitting on a table nearby his chair and cleaned it with the sleeve of his robe. He would’ve walked over to his chamber and grab the pumpkin juice himself, but then he thought, ‘Why walk when you’ve got a wand?’

"Accio pumpkin juice." The flask whizzed over and smashed into his open hand, spilling some on the floor. He poured a liberal amount into their cups and handed one to Marlene.

"Shall we?"

"So," Peter set down his cup and leaned into the chair, thinking ‘One missed Charms class won’t set the castle on fire.’ "How are you, mate?"

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Marlene clapped with delight as the pumpkin juice came flying out and he poured them each a cup. She rose her cup in cheers, taking a deep drink. "Oh, you know. Best mate got tortured, my parents are batshit insane, and we still have to take our end of year tests. I suppose it could be worse. You-Know-Who could be in the school too, enjoying our pumpkin juice with us." 

[jackanthonywalker]

For such a bad comedy, you sure are getting a good laugh out of it, chuckles.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

I needed a good laugh. I imagine I'd laugh at a passing squirrel--not that you bear any resemblance to a squirrel.

[mary-mary-who]

It’s been…how many years now? If I don’t know how to summon you then I’m even more of an idiot than previously thought.

So, Marlene. McKinnon. McMac. Marly, Marlzo. Um, okay. You — you — y’know how we go together like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong?

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Clearly you've picked up a few tricks. I need to learn to be more unpredictable. 

[Marlene rose a brow, a slight smile playing at her face.] Yes, we're one of a kind like dip da-dip da-dip doo-wop da doo-bee doo. Is everything alright?

[diana-f-spencer-blog]

Do you want a cookie?

[diana-f-spencer-blog]

I’ve got some chocolate chip cookies, um.. Marlene?

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

That's me. I suppose it rather the polite thing to do introductions before cookies. 

[diana-f-spencer-blog]

Do you want a cookie?

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Does that question even require an answer?

[jackanthonywalker]

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

[Marlene burst into laughter, covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise.] I feel like I'm watching a bad comedy. 

[mary-mary-who]

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly…all your life — you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

I thought someone was calling to me through the Beatles. I should have guessed it would be you.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Come one, come all!

[remuslupiinn]

Oh my dear Miss McKinnon, I’m afraid you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.

Is this it? Am I doing it right? Maybe I need a dance lesson or two after all…

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Oh, be still my beating heart! You're doing wonderful. How do you not have students throwing themselves at your feet? 

[strangerabastan]

Anyone want a drink?

[strangerabastan]

Well I wasn’t speaking to you anyway.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Now, that's a tad bit rude. I would have thought certain events would bring our houses together.

[strangerabastan]

Anyone want a drink?

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Ye--no, thanks, Rab. 

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Come one, come all!

[remuslupiinn]

Ouch. I may not be the most coordinated person on the planet, but I like to think I’m at least a decent dancer, thank you very much.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Alright, Mister Lupin--time to prove yourself. 

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

Come one, come all!

[hopeless-brown-blog]

We can’t have laughter. I’m going to have to politely decline.

[dreamofmarlene-blog]

How about if I promise no laughter and a lot of serious frowns that are simply...upside down?