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Marlene decided in her second year to take Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures (mostly because she was convinced Lily could help her get through the first one and the second one would be easy). She thought about Muggle Studies, but she figured she has enough muggle friends so she probably didn’t need to take that.

Astronomy - E

Charms - A

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - P

History of Magic - T

Potions - A

Transfiguration - E

Care of Magical Creatures - D

Ancient Runes - P

Marlene isn’t typically a ‘studious’ type, however, she ended up buckling down right before the O.W.L.s. This is mainly because she wanted to be a healer like her father. Her back-up plan was to be a professional Quidditch player because that would have been even better in her opinion. Some people who don’t know her actually thought she might have cheated somehow (even though it’s pretty impossible). She had a great group of friends to study with right before the exam, and that’s why she did as well as she did. Her scores in Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology didn’t surprise anyone; she’s awful at taking care of anything living. Her score in History of Magic was mainly because she didn’t care about that class or getting a decent score.

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PERSONALITY

OVERVIEW

Say what you want about Marlene McKinnon, but you will notice her. She is typically found surrounded by anyone who is willing to put up with her adventurous spirit. Her laugh is infectious and she lights up rooms with her spunky temperament. She’s able to easily read people so it makes it much easier to entertain them. Marlene typically knows exactly what to say to get people to do what she wants. Whether it’s to get in her bed, bring her firewhiskey, or help her with homework, this McKinnon can charm the best of them. Of course, she’s been known to say something offensive afterwards, but she can easily turn the situation around with a smile and joke. She might seem rather childish to some because Marlene typically does whatever she wants, when she wants. But she’s trying to be somewhat mature and prepare for the future now that the future is here.

One of Marlene’s best traits, many would say, is her her loyalty. She stands up for what she believes in and for those lucky enough to be called her friends. She is always willing to fight for what she believes is right, whether it really is right or not. Marlene is a true Gryffindor with the valiant morals and stubborn spirit. But whatever happens, she will never waver from what she believes in. Marlene is known, above all, for doing everything recklessly. While she may be incredibly observant of people and their feelings, she frequently does choose to ignore them to do what she wants instead. She rarely thinks about the consequences of her actions, and typically will jump in head-first to whatever situation she finds herself in. This girl is hazardous to most who aren’t prepared for all the mischief she causes.

extra characteristics: captivating, self-indulgent, unwavering, reckless, passionate, daring, mischievous, witty, charismatic, confident, sarcastic, loyal, judgmental, confrontational, perceptive, frightened

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Awestruck | | Self-Para | | Past

A wild laugh burst from somewhere inside her at the spectacle in the Great Hall. Breakfast and a show, she thought. Well, show was probably the wrong word for it, but it came closest for what the blonde lion was seeing. Some arsehole Slytherin had apparently pissed off the wrong people because he now found himself jinxed with the dancing feet spell. And while it was tame as far as pranks went, Marlene McKinnon was more entertained by the whining the boy was doing. Especially since he had just yesterday been telling everyone how smart and powerful he was. She glanced around to see who had cast the jinx in order to properly thank them, but couldn’t tell who it was. Oh well, she would definitely hear who the culprit was later. She was just glad someone had taken care of this supposed ladies’ man. Last week, he’d even had the gall to grab her arse and call her some pet name like “Sweet Cheeks.” Though she’d received a week’s detention for breaking his nose, it’d been well-worth it. And now he was getting even more karmic retribution. Things could not have been going better for her today.

No longer caring of the outcome, she turned back to her breakfast just as a professor rushed towards the boy to counter the jinx. Her porridge had gone cold, but she pushed it around with her spoon to make it appear like she’d been eating. It was done out of habit because she’d always had to pretend she’d eaten something when in reality she hated whatever it was. Her mother had always called her the pickiest eater in the known universe. Well, she thought, looks like i’ll be running off of caffeine and sarcasm today. Nothing strange about that. Her attention wandered to those around her. Most of her friends, it seemed, had found something else to occupy their time with this morning so she was eating alone, something that was strange for her. It didn’t help that she’d woken up horrifically late today either. She’d been forced to dash out of her empty dormitory, all wrinkled clothes and hair in a messy bun. But somehow, Marlene made the look seem both purposeful and appealing. She’d been complimented on the look a few times, and the look she’d gotten from a couple boys told her that she still looked good. She had somehow managed to make it to the end of breakfast and had been treated with what had happened to the Slytherin; she couldn’t wait to tell Lily about when she saw her.

The boy next to her, some fifth year whose name she couldn’t be bothered to remember, seemed to chat with her. She’d seen him glance over at her more than once, and she’d notice him open his mouth as though to say something, but each time he shook his head and kept quiet. He was cute, she realized, for a fifth year. Marlene knew she wouldn’t really go for him under normal circumstances; she probably wouldn’t have even noticed him if she had been around her friends. But he could be a good distraction, someone to keep her attention for a little bit.

“Hi,” she began, a charming smile placed on her face. “I’m Marlene, but you probably already know that.”

He nodded in answer. “Y-yeah, I do. Hi.” The last word came out more like a question than a greeting. The boy smoothed his hair down nervously and kept glancing back towards the table like he couldn’t look directly at her.

She caught his hand while he was trying to press his dark hair back down again. “You’ll look much cuter with it messed up,” she said as explanation as she mussed up his hair. And she was right. The messy look totally worked for him. She’d be surprised if he didn’t have a lady friend by the end of the day if he left it like this. Hell, she might give him the time of day after this. Marlene leaned back for a moment to study him, an exaggerated contemplative look on her face. “Perfect,” she added simply. And my work here is done.

She heard a familiar voice voice calling for her and turned to give the person a grin. “Gotta dash,” she noted. “Have to be a good student and all.” The last statement was flush with sarcasm. Marlene grabbed her bag and sprinted after her friend, leaving the boy staring after her in awe. Though she never asked his name and had pretty much forgotten about the meeting by dinner, he was still left amazed by the blonde. But Marlene McKinnon had that effect on most people. And, most of the time, she didn’t even know it.

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

- Full Name: Marlene Helena McKinnon, at your service.

- Eye Color: The exact color of the sun hitting a wave at midday. Otherwise known as green.

- Hair Style/Color: The best shade there is: brunette! Other than purple, that is. Still dyeing to have it that color again. Dyeing, get it?

- Height: Well, the only thing average about me is my height. So 5′5.

- Clothing style: Basically whatever I put on in the morning? Honestly, I’m lucky to get my shirt on the right way in the morning before class. Outside of class, it’s shorts and tanks for me, love.

- Best physical feature: My sparking personality? Wait, that’s not physical. I guess my smile then; I’ve been told it lights up rooms, which seems like a load of bollocks to me, but whatever.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

- Your fears: I do not like spiders. At all. Those little buggers scare the shit out of me. Also not really a fan of death. Or you know, growing up. Typically teen things.

- Your guilty pleasure: No pleasure worth having is guilty.

- Ambitions for the future: Something not involving responsibility. Or waking up at an uungodly hour.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

- Your first thoughts waking up: M O R E S L E E P.

- What you think about most: Quidditch, sweets, me, the usual.

- What you think about before bed: S L E E P.

- You think your best quality is: Probably my personality or wit. I’m pretty good at making friends and the like.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

- Single or group dates: Group, definitely! I hate those super serious one-on-one dates. I’ve only been on one because it was so b o r i n g. Group dates are fun though, and you have back-up in case something goes weird.

- To be loved or respected: Loved, most definitely.

- Beauty or brains: Well, I have both so I’m going to go with both as well. Just kidding, of course. But I would probably say brains, I guess?

- Dogs or cats: Both.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

- Lie: Nope. Honestly is really important to me.

- Believe in yourself: Of course. If I don’t, then who will?

- Believe in love: I would absolutely love to say no I don’t, but I’ve seen my parents together. That’s love.

- Want someone: Eh, I don’t really know. It’s not really that important to me right now.

LAYER SIX: EVER?

- Been on stage: Yes.

- Done drugs: Nope.

- Changed who you were to fit in: Never.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

- Favorite color: Probably purple. I also really like yellow because it’s so bright.

- Favorite animal: I adore fennec foxes. They are they cutest little buggers. Plus, they are very energetic and act like cats. Definitely getting one of those someday.

- Favorite movie: I'm not really a fan of movies, if I’m being honest. I don’t like just sitting there for a long time.

- Favorite game: I love card games of any sort.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

- Day your next birthday will be: Who knows?

- How old will you be: Nineteen which is far too old for comfort.

- Age you lost your virginity: Wouldn’t you love to know? Fifteen.

- Does age matter: Depends on the situation and age. I mean, if a forty year old is hitting on me, I reserve the right to hex him. But if a twenty-one year old was hitting on me, I’d make him buy me a firewhiskey before I decided what to do.

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

- Best personality: Someone who’s funny and can keep up with me. Can’t have someone who’d rather be in the library than outside having an adventure. And they have o be able to make me laugh because I love laughing.

- Best eye color: I’m a big fan of all eye colors.

- Best hair color: Dark definitely.

- Best thing to do with a partner: Go on adventures, I s’pose? Or play quidditch. Perhaps just hang out at a pub.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

- I love my family and friends. And quidditch.

- I miss school and how much easier everything was.

- I wish for things to never change.

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The first time Marlene rode a broomstick, she was five. Her dad had already started taking her to quidditch matches, but that bored the child. She didn’t understand it and had no real desire to. However, the first time she rode a broom with her dad, something clicked for the little girl. She knew she wanted to have that feeling of flying high for the rest of her life. After that, she began to really pay attention to the matches her dad brought her to. She started practicing with her older brothers in the fields behind their house. That one day changed her entire life for the better.

Marlene was left by her brothers for Hogwarts one-by-one until she was the only child left at home. Though she liked the time with her parents without shared attention, she missed the company more than anything. When the time came for her to finally join them at Hogwarts, she was ecstatic. It was one of the best days of her life because she finally felt like her life was beginning. She was bouncing all over the place on the train ride to the school. Her brothers introduced her to some of their friends, but she was too excited to even remember a moment of it. Though the school had been described to her multiple times (she insisted each brother write to her once a week no less than one sheet of parchment), it still took her breath away.

Marlene tried out for the Gryffindor quidditch team her first year at Hogwarts. And was rejected. The same thing happened her second year as well. Rather than become dejected, it just made Marlene want it even more. Liam was already on the team, and he spent a long time working with her to make her a better player. During her third year, she tried out again, but instead of being rejected, she was put on the second string. Though she detested being back-up for anyone, she was happy to finally be part of the team. The following year, she finally made the team for real as a Beater, her absolute dream position. That moment will always be incredibly special for her because it was her hard work and dedication that got her the position, rather than her looks or last name.

The Christmas celebration during Marlene’s fifth year was one of the best days of her life. Rather than have some extravagant party, she asked if they could all just stay home and celebrate as a family on the day of. The party could wait a couple days. Her mother made her favorite raspberry chocolate cake and other desserts, and her father made a bonfire in their yard. They spent the day playing games and eating more food than they thought humanly possible. She didn’t even care about the presents; Marlene just liked spending the day with her family She still has some pictures from the day that she treasures more than most of her possessions. All of her Christmases were amazing, but it was the first one she didn’t take for granted, the first that she realized how much she truly treasured her family.

During the summer between her fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts, Marlene dyed her hair purple as part of a bet. People said she was too vain and in love with being a blonde to keep it for a week. She actually loved it and kept it most of the summer, only having her mother magically change it back when it was time to come back to school. She’s been wanting to do it again since then.

Marlene was known for throwing some of the best birthday parties each year at Hogwarts, always kept ‘secret’ from the more serious staff members. Every year she would plan out a costume party and instructs everyone on what to bring. In the earlier years, it was various types of candy. In later years, it was anything with alcohol in it. And, of course, more candy. Now that she’s left Hogwarts, she fully plans on continuing the tradition of throwing amazing birthday parties, though they will probably be a little more lowkey than the earlier years.

Since her first year at Hogwarts, Marlene has procrastinated everything until the very last possible minute. Despite that, she managed to keep her grades at a decent level. She never had the high marks that Lily had, of course, but she still somehow managed to pass school with Lily’s help. This only further convinces her that procrastinating is the best option for everything since she’s never learned her lesson about waiting.

Marlene has had her spectacled owl since her third year at Hogwarts. He was a hand-me-down from one of her brothers. His full name is Firewhiskey, but she shortened it to Whiskey. Her kitten Apollo was a gift for her recent birthday from her mother because her last cat had died about six months before. Though she claims she hates the little bugger because he gets into everything, she still lets him sleep with her every night.

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If you look closely, you can see it in her eyes. She is a mess of gorgeous chaos, a song that never dies.

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Humanity | | Self-Para | | Future

“Try it again and lose an arm,” she muttered to the man on the ground reaching for his fallen wand. Pushing some stray blonde hair out of her eyes, she twirled her own wand as she considered her options. Sure, she could arrest him with the authority of the Order and let them handle it. Or she could question him now before others got involved, which would invariably end with his death. She tried to convince herself that a good person wouldn’t kill another, but she knew that this man’s misdeeds would greatly outnumber anything she could ever do to him. That was what convinced her that maybe asking him a few questions first wouldn’t hurt. She could take him in later, after she snapped his wand, and pretend like nothing had happened. Unfortunately, she was supposed to take him in and let the professionals take care of it. It seemed like the most logical of her choices. But Marlene McKinnon had never been called logical.

She smiled at the man who appeared to be no more than twenty-three, about her age. It made this whole thing harder on her, she could have gone to school with him for all she knew. But now all she saw was a filthy black robe, wet from the rain that pelted them both, and a snarling face barely resembling anything human. His hand reached out yet again, more slowly this time, towards the black wood laying a foot from him, but her boot crashed onto his hand, instantly breaking bones. He cried out, but that didn’t even make her flinch; she’d grown used to those sort of noises from both sides of the war. “Now let’s get down to business,” she said as she crouched down next to him.

He cradled his hand, but looked a bit more receptive to her particular brand of questioning. “I’m not going to tell you anything,” he promised. But she could see the fear in his eyes. He knew what his side would do to people to get information and he assumed they would do the same. Marlene didn’t really have to do anything to him, and she knew he would talk.

“You will.” She casually picked up his wand and held it before him before tossing it into the gutter next to them. His eyes trailed it longingly before glaring back up at the blonde. “What were your plans for tonight?” When he didn’t answer, she began the first syllable of the Cruciatus Curse, not even intending on actually casting it, but it seemed that was enough for the young man. Marlene had to assume he’d been at the wrong end of one before to have that sort of reaction.

“Chaos,” he whispered. “We were supposed to cause chaos tonight. It’s a distraction.” He looked around as though he was expecting someone to come out from the shadows to drag him away. “I didn’t want to do this.” When she scoffed at that excuse, he continued. “I swear. They made me. They have my family.”

Her gaze softened at that, almost wanting to believe that the man had a family waiting for his return, the way she’d waited for her brother’s return. She was about to ask about her brother when he began mumbling under his breath, sounding like he was praying. She looked around for someone to give her guidance; some other Order members had to be around here somewhere. A whizzing sound brought her out of her search. She whipped around to see his wand back in his other hand as he was about to mumble a curse. But she was quicker. Marlene was always quicker. His limp body slid to the ground before she even realized what had happened. He’d preyed on whatever ounce of sympathy she had left. But that wouldn’t happen again. That night, Marlene McKinnon decided that she’d help win the war at any cost, even it she sacrificed her own humanity to do it.

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E L E G A N T yet (W I L D)

C L E V E R yet

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Strange | | Self-Para | | Future

Marlene hummed loudly along with the record player as she set the table for that evening. She had to admit, it did look really good. She’d only decided to make tonight special a few hours ago, and it had come along marvelously. She glanced again at the clock, almost willing the hands to move forward an hour, the time her brother had told her he’d be home. Her brother had been gone about a week now on some Order business, but he’d finally be home tonight. And a fabulous dinner would be waiting for him when he got home. Well, fabulous might be too kind, but she was sure it would be a little edible. Plus, they’d be able to get drunk while he regaled her with stories of his adventures. It’d become their weekly ritual.

They weren’t able to have dinner every night, but they always had one night to relax and catch up. Both McKinnons had busy lives so they didn’t get to see each other as often as one would think considering they lived together, but they made do. Normally, he made dinner while she would make drinks and set the table, but he’d been teaching her slowly so she’d be ready for whenever she moved out on her own. Most guys wouldn’t be so open to having their little sister living with them, but they’d always been more like best friends than squabbling siblings, despite the age difference of six years.

The clock slowly, but surely, moved towards the time her brother had told her he’d be home by. But then the hands kept moving while she sat there waiting for the doorknob to turn and the infectious laughter of her brother to fill up the room. Her hand tapped out an impatient rhythm on the small, wooden kitchen table. The music from the record player continued to play one of her favorite Beatles songs, but even that couldn’t curb her annoyance. She’d spent the better part of an evening making dinner by herself without burning the flat down, a feat which truly did deserve an award, and he couldn’t even be on time.

It was about an hour without a call until she finally decided to go ahead and eat without him. No use wasting a good meal on a guy who had probably gotten caught up with some important business. After she finished, she went ahead and wrapped him up a plate to stick in the oven in the hopes it would still be warm when he came home before she cleaned up the mess that had somehow taken over the kitchen. It was an easy fix with a little magic, though. Sometimes, she didn’t know how muggles lives without it. She knew she’d be lost without a little help in the cleaning department. Literally.

Before long, the flat was clean, and Marlene plopped onto the worn sofa, a glass of firewhiskey in hand. She took a long sip of it, not even wincing when the almost fiery liquid when down her throat. It’d long ceased to affect her in that way. But she’d never lost her taste for it. The record reached its end a couple minutes later so she lazily flicked her wands towards it and muttered a spell to make it stop. She downed the rest of the drink before setting the glass on the coffee table in front of her. Though her brother was always busy, he’d never been this late before. Not without at least calling to let her know. Her worry turned into a sliver of doubt, of fear, before the firewhiskey took effect and calmed her down. Just busy, she told herself yet again. He’ll be home soon.

What seemed like a few minutes later, Marlene was woken up by a banging on the door. Her bleary eyes peered around the room in confusion before her head cleared. Initially, she wondered why he wasn’t in there. But then she realized what the knocking was. A smug smile took over her face as she sauntered towards the door. That arse had forgotten his keys yet again.

“And you call me the git,” she called out, unable to keep the self-satisfied tone out of her voice. “Come on in then,” she continued, opening the door to let her brother in.

But what she was met with wasn’t her brother. Instead, two members of the Order stood there, matching grave expressions on their faces. She’d met them once or twice at Order meetings, but couldn’t remember their names. Before the taller man spoke, she had already realized what they were about to tell her. She could read it in their eyes.

“No,” she whispered, as if saying the word would make it not true. “Please, not him.” She shook her head, her hand grabbing the door in an effort to stay upright. She didn’t hear the words they spoke. All Marlene could hear was a ringing in her ears and their distant mumblings. She closed the door in their faces while the other man was in mid-sentence, not caring how rude she appeared. Her body sank to the floor, unable to hold her up any longer.

Strange, she found herself thinking. She’d never felt this numb before. Not even when she’d been blackout drunk. But even that couldn’t stop her mind from going back to the truth. The thing she’d been terrified of for so long. Her brother was dead. And she’d never felt more alone.

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