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He watched her with indulgence in an attempt to, he assumed, play a role, somewhat understanding where she was coming from. He didn’t have the heart to laugh at Marlene and cut her off after she’d been fairly nice to him so far. It felt wrong, saying the generic mean thing to steal a smile off someone’s face. ‘’I suppose if God’s so powerful, He might already know of your scheme. But He won’t hear it from me if He doesn’t. I really don’t talk to Him, per se.’’ Muggles did and Greg had overheard that, but he couldn’t say he was fond of the idea even if he were in their shoes. ‘’Well, Miss, I have to be probably the first to turn you down. For now. I don’t agree to a deal unless it’s clear what we’re exchanging. I don’t even remember your name.’’ He gazed at her hand in the air without grabbing it for the moment.
“i suppose he does already know. maybe he’s letting me run around and scheme because even god likes a little chaos from time to time.” marlene knew what could be considered an unusual amount of information on muggle religion (and muggles in general), but it was mainly from her multiple nights spent with muggle friends, after sneaking out her bedroom window. it was nice to dance and drink and laugh with people who weren’t living in the ever-looming shadow of a war. “checking the contract before you sign it? it would appear i’ve found a smart one! well, if you have to know, i’ll give you access to nicotine - ” she waved the box of cigarettes with her other hand, “ and in return you’ll so graciously let me continue to use our little location. oh, and the name’s marlene, marlene mckinnon. forgive me, your name just slipped my mind too.”










