she had eyes like a storm and lightning in her blood. when she slept, i laid my head upon her chest, and heard no heartbeat - only thunder.marlene mckinnonseventh yearslytherinpureblood
“i’m the only head boy — so favorite’s a little bit of a default, huh?” edgar grinned. not only was he genuinely happy to see marlene again, he was also very amused at her current state. it made him feel totally sober in comparison. he raised his cup and clinked it against hers as a greeting. “what do you think’s in here?” he considered ignoring the stick up the ass comment, but he couldn’t pass it up. “i think you’re mixing metaphors, mckinnon … how much have you had so far?” not that he was one to judge. it was mostly just out of a curiosity. and a little wondering how much he needed to catch up.
❛ 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖋𝖙, 𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖆𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘, ❜ the slytherin drawled, happing returning his cheers and wincing as the liquid sloshed over their hands. still, her grin did not falter --- she was delighted to be here with him, with her friend. ❛ oh, good lad. though i reckon you ‘ave some catching up to do, hmmm? ❜ peering into her cup at the question, she gave a small shrug. ❛ i dunno, really. i’m trying not to think and just have fun for a bit. maybe why i’m ‘ mixing metaphors ’, as you seem to suggest. ❜
𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊. she’d been told, as a child, that she was just passionate, and yet passion was suppressed when it came to triggering situations. she’d been taught, you see, that by not engaging with that which runs her thin, she could go on in life with allowing her ‘ passion ’ to get her into trouble. avoidance was a healthy tactic, she liked to think, and avoiding the likes of rodolphus lestrange was top on her list for keeping her passion in check. but sometimes, when your veins are bumping with honey-stained liquor and your head is spinning from the copious amounts, you can’t help but get curious --- she couldn’t help but poke the bear. ❛ and what in the world would bring you here, lestrange? ❜ she drawled, tripping towards him through the crowd of party-goers and stopping herself from falling into him. ❛ are you not BORED? ❜
𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖓. a skip in her step and a wide smile pulling at her cheeks, she pushed past the hoards of drunken students and gave a decisive jump once she was situated in front of edgar. ❛ well if it isn’t my faaaaavourite head boy ! ❜ she drawled, giving her friend a light shove as some kind of ‘ greeting ’. the liquid in her cup sloshed over the sides with her stumbling movements. ❛ i was worried they might’ve shoved a stick so far up yer ass you’d be too on your high horse to attend. but here you are ! ‘ave you tried the punch yet? ❜
。・ * ✧ marc stood hesitantly at the edge of the edge of the forbidden forest , simply watching the party commence , for a moment , as he contemplated his own attendance . part of him ( the prefect part , he’d realized ) had begun to regret the decision – briefly but entirely flooding his thoughts with ones of both guilt and fear – but the other part ( the gregarious one ) had prevailed . he had , after all , vowed to himself to at least attempt to be more rebellious . besides , what’s the worst that could happen ? he thought , now finding himself by the drinks . he eyed them all for a moment , before looking at the person next to him and asking , ❛ which do you think is the worst option ? or , no … best , ❜ though he hardly gave them enough time to answer before waving his hand as if saying to forget about it and grabbing whatever . ❛ nevermind , i doubt it matters . ❜ the hufflepuff held the beverage in his hands , almost too scared to actually drink it . maybe it did matter , after all . he spoke up again a moment later . ❛ do you think any of the forest’s residents will make an appearance ? i hope not … could you imagine if one did , though ? i mean , imagine everyone being chased off by an acromantula or a centaur , ❜ he paused his blabbing for a moment as if he himself were trying to imagine such an event . ❛ i doubt that’s ever happened or ever will , but i do suppose that , either way , those are the risks we take when breaking rules simply for a bit of fun , ❜ he shrugged , holding his beverage up in a silent toast before taking his first drink.
мαrleɴe wαѕ poѕιтιvely delιɢнтed тo ѕee нιм нere. she knew he was conflicted, that he must’ve spent the entire day questioning whether he would attend, and she liked to think it was her nagging voice from early this morning that had convinced him in the end. oh you must come, marcy, it’s our last chance at a good first day! and she was right --- OBVIOUSLY. they were nearly finished with this school and they’d be daft to pass up the opportunity to have some fun. especially on this day --- there was something special about the january party, though it could be argued marlene said that about every party. no matter. over-thinking was for someone who wasn’t already three drinks in. with a wide smile on her face, marlene pushed through to stand beside her brother, looping an arm around his shoulders as he waffled on about merlin knows what. ❛ oh, marc, you need to stop THINKING so much. have a drink. i’m bloody glad you’re here, but it’s no fun if you don’t join. and the risks only add to such. ❜ finishing her own cup in the hand that wasn’t around her twin’s neck, she flashed him another grin. ❛ but if something were to appear, i’d waaay prefer a werewolf. ❜
rolling eyes beneath pitch black sunglasses. half drunk glasses of red wine stained with red lipstick. a roaring lion now strangled with a quick slithering snake. stacks upon stacks of perfectly completed assignments. rolling through an empty and hollow mansion on dusty, old roller-skates. a permanent smirk on the large and important portrait that takes up half the wall.
if you’re looking for MARLENE MCKINNON, you’ll probably find HER in the SLYTHERIN dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY-ONE year old PUREBLOOD who looks kind of like MAYA HAWKE. they seem CLEVER, DETERMINED & ENTERPRISING to me, but apparently they’re also ARROGANT, SCRUTINISING & OBSTINATE. maybe that’s why their patronus is A CROW.
links: stats
character inspo: robin buckley (stranger things), britta perry (community), donna paulsen (suits), cassandra pressman (the society), jessica huang (fresh off the boat), piper chapman (orange is the new black)
triggers: nsfw
BACKGROUND
Miss Marlene McKinnon : one of a kind. Not your classmates younger sister’s tutor. Not your friend’s cousin’s twin. Not the girl who gave your friend head in a cupboard on the fourth floor. She’s Marlene - and she demands your attention.
Marlene has always been rather exceptional. From a young age she has shown herself to be far more advanced then anyone is ever expected to be - a prodigy, if you wish to put a label on it. She was walking and talking before her twin brother had even got a handle on crawling and she’s been muttering incantations from the age of five. She’s exceptionally talented at everything she attempts, perfecting complicated spells and manevours and twenty-letter words far before anyone expects her to. Or at least, when she was younger it was a surprise. Now she’ll be damned if you don’t know what she can do. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Mr and Mrs McKinnon were rather kind parents. They were kind and softly spoken and damn good with a wand. They were so kind, in fact, that they pandered to Marlene’s rather big ego and always made sure she knew she was special, an extraordinary little girl. She was paraded at Pureblood events as the best her generation had to offer, and even some of Pureblood society’s greatest elitists had respect for the McKinnon’s simply because of how exceptional their eldest daughter was. Marlene was proud, for a while - she loved her mother and father, and she loved her twin and their little sibling and it delighted her to know she could make this family known.
As she grew up, of course, her mother and father’s backbone started to show. Though they wouldn’t announce it at parties or the like, they made sure their children knew that blood elitism was beneath them. They were accepting of anyone who deserved their respect, no matter what their blood lineage said about them. Mr and Mrs McKinnon might not have been loud about that to the public, but Marlene certainly did - by the time she was ten, all the respect she had earned from her fellow Purebloods vanished as she made it widely known that she didn’t give a damn if you were Muggleborn - she would love you just the same.
When Marlene started at Hogwarts, no one was particularly surprised that she didn’t follow in her mother and brother’s footsteps of joining Hufflepuff - though perhaps there was a certain expectation that she was a Gryffindor, like her father. Exactly fifty-two seconds after the hat was placed on her head, Marlene was inducted into the house of the snakes, and a part of her was disappointed. Although she knew deep down that this was where she belonged (she’d always been ambitious, cunning, intelligent beyond compare), she had no particular wish to join the nasty children who had shunned her from Pureblood society. She wouldn’t let them know of her disappointment, of course, in fact she would push to be the best witch that damned house had ever seen, but late at night sometimes, behind the curtains of her four-poster, she would wish she was with her brother, or even her knew friends - Slytherin felt isolating.
It didn’t take long for Marlene to cement her in Hogwarts’ popularity scale - right at the top. She was one of the brightest witches the school had seen in a long time, but she was also fun and loving and the life of Hogwarts’ party scene. She might’ve had a head two sizes too big, but many believed she had deserved it. She topped every class she partoke in, she was Keeper for the Slytherin Quidditch team by her third year, and she’d even taken to tutoring students in the years above her. She was Marlene McKinnon : exceptionally exceptional.
PERSONALITY & MISCELLANEOUS
If you couldn’t already tell, Marlene is incredibly arrogant. She’s talented at pretty much everything and she knows it. And she’ll tell you. Some people resent her for it, whereas others just see it as a confidence they aspire towards. My hot take is she’s a dumbass.
She is of the undeniable belief that her word is gold and if you try and challenge that, you’re wrong. Sometimes these beliefs are good, sometimes they’re questionable, but good luck trying to tell her that. She’s stubborn and obstinate and, yet again, super arrogant.
She’s incredibly ambitious, but don’t try and ask her what she wants to do once she graduates - she doesn’t know. Of course the clearest path for her would be straight to the Ministry, but there is not a bone in Marlene’s body that trusts politics. She believes the Ministry of Magic is as corrupt as they come and believes her talents would be wasted at such a place, but it’s difficult for her to conceive where else she’d be useful. She’s McStruggling.
She adores her family a lot. Try and mess with Marc (her twin) and she’ll Cut You. Try and mess with their younger sibling and you’re dead. A family gal first and foremost!
She’s obviously talented at everything she does, but she has a particular gift for duelling - and she has every intention of using that to her advantage in the upcoming war. She hates Pureblood supremacy and will fight tooth and nail to ensure that Muggleborn’s can keep the rights they earned.
Pansexual but tired of men.
A bit of a serial dater, she finds it hard to settle down. It’s not that she doesn’t believe in monogamy, she’s just so hard to keep up with and she knows that and there’s so few people who can calm her down, but it’s what she needs.
