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location : walking to the welcome feast status : open

“ oh merlin ! ” the wood boy exclaimed in hushed voice ( more to himself than anyone really ) hands clutching the top of his head half in agony and half in anxiety . “ a horrible thought had just dawned upon me , ” he mused aloud to the person closest to him , panic clear in his quivering voice . “ what if i forgot to pack my broomstick ? ” he clutched at his chest with such desperation and urgency that one would think he was suffering from some sort of chronic condition – though the only condition that he seems to be perpetually stuck with was the curse of overthinking everything . “ what then ! i can’t practice with the school ones , they’re absolutely rubbish – no offense to the brooms but there is absolutely no way to succeed with them ! let alone win the cup ! ” @lumosreblogs

memories of being forced to use the school broomsticks in first year flying lessons still show up in some of marlene’s nightmares. she knows just how much of a disaster it would be the gryffindor quidditch team if one of their star players is forced to practice a model that’s at least fifty years out of its expiry date. but with the way callum’s voice is shaking, actually shaking, she can’t take him seriously. “relax cal. you love that thing way too much to forget to pack it.” marlene tells him, biting down on her lower lip to keep from laughing at callum’s panic-stricken face. “and if by some crazy chance you did forget it, tell you what, i’ll nick some slytherin’s broom for you and we'll fly down to your place together and grab it. no one will even know we were gone. how’s that sound?”

#𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 | marlene mckinnon #𝒾𝓃𝓉 | marlene & callum

magicsbit:

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 , a constant buzz drifted around a brain , a breath of relief escaping lips as shoulder blades press backwards , into the stoned walls . t’was far from regret that tweaked her thoughts , in fact she felt as honoured now as she did when the badge arrived , however the gryffindor first years were a rowdy bunch , excitement flowed freely and the chatter never ending , much like she herself had been in her first year . but that same excitement still filled her bones , and made her smile . she was home . a moments reprieve from prefect duties , but here in the cobbled halls , she was home , feeling more at place than her own family home . but the silence , what with children disappearing to bed and the last of the prefects on their rounds , was broken by footsteps , causing green eyes to raise in the direction , pushing away from the wall . ❝ don’t tell me your breaking curfew on the first night here ? ❞

location : hogwarts halls ! tagged : @lumosreblogs ! status : open !

following rules was a habit that marlene had never been able to get into, even when she was trying. when the whim to do something that was maybe (or definitely) against the rules, she did it. and she had friends in high places, friends who let slip details of the prefect’s rounds, so she wasn’t too worried about sneaking down to the kitchens once curfew was well and truly in place. “hey there, big shot.” marlene’s smirk becomes a full blown grin when she spots her dorm-mate lurking around the corner. a shrug of her shoulders and an “i got hungry,” is the answer that she gives. “don’t tell me you’re handing out detentions on the first night either?”