rage is quiet thing

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I present to you a poorly written bio....

full name: marlene arlais mckinnon

name origin: marlene - a contraction of mary magdalene, a complex woman much more capable and full of love than most of the world was willing to credit her with at her time. arlais - a welsh name meaning ‘from the temple”. mckinnon - surname meaning ‘the fair born”

nicknames: marls

birthday: july 19th

Voice: an overwhelmingly strong , a voice almost like she’s singing, a Welsh accent she’s mighty proud of but will always remind you she’s also Irish

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single, from the sheer incapability to make a commitment and is also just so wildly immature

positive traits: amicable, brazen, adventurous

negative traits: impetuous, competitive, negligent

patronus: unicorn

wand type: mahogany with dragonheart string, 11 inches.

occupation: Auror

I. childhood and hogwarts years:

Never did one person love attention as much as Marlene growing up. She had no issue being the one to make the joke to break the silence, flirt with everyone in the room, or be the first one to accept a dare. She was quite competitive you know, if only that carried over into her schoolwork. Marlene’s passions and focus were often at odds with each other. Maturity was not her strong suit and finding ways to grow up to achieve goals could almost be considered a surprise. Sometimes she hated it, the judgement for her impulsivity - but often times she threw it right back in their faces - ‘I’ll hurt you before you hurt me’. Her internal emotions were usually a last consideration, actions first and reflect later. Post school, as her world began to change desperately faster, all those things inhibiting her had no to go but meld into the fiery compassion she always felt for those around her radiating honesty and courage. This Marlene, still not sharing her feelings, but aware of the severity of others situations was quieter, humbled. But rage was a quiet thing, and she loved just a little more deeply than she ever considered possible.

II. during the first wizarding war: 

Duelling, what a rush. If there was one thing DADA professors could always note in her marks with the severity and power of her hit. Unfortunately, her detriment was going too much too much - how typical of her. It made a career as an auror close to obsolete, but she did it by the skin of her teeth. The catch to being the child of ministry employees was always knowing more than a child should. That darkness was difficult to handle so how else could she protect the people she loved? Blood type was nothing in her family, a deviance from the norm she actually appreciated nowadays. But the threat of loss to anyone dear to her was enraging. Marlene practiced, enroached in rehearsal targets at any free moment. She’d retrain her brain if she had to. The Order was an outlet almost, less rules than the Ministry had. But recklessness can have its repercussions and Marlene McKinnon was known to jump the broomstick more than once. Somehow, scathed or unscathed, she made it back from missions usually brushing it off as if it was nothing, and giving you a winning grin, with flirtatiously sparking eyes to assure you everything was just fine. That was until her biggest mistake, the thing she saw every time her parents looked on her. They were never proud of her, but this could be hate. But she let it happen, it was her slip - decision that lost her a sister. (I WOULD LOVE TO PLOT MORE INTO THIS

III. where are they now?: In the time since, Marlene seems quiet on the outside. Many thought her work as an auror had humbled her, but so few of them knew the details of what had happened. Marlene McKinnon: do first, think later. But she is quieter now, more considerate - maybe in mourning as those who she lets in may know. But surface level, she’s still that girl grinning at you from across the room, happy to distract herself from life for a little while. If only a younger version of herself knew what it was she’d eventually be distracting herself from. She still goes to work everyday, tries to keep a clean flat, and has quite a habit of speaking out of turn.  To always seem sure of yourself is quite a good skill, even when you’re own identity feels lost.

Key Points (because I’m lazy)

Marlene is the youngest in her family, the baby until nobody could deal with her wild child tendencies. Her parents are Wizengamot members, and her older sister was a secretary for the department.

She was sorted into Gryffindor, her traits being valiantly present if not kind of stereotypical

As a daredevil, she craved attention. Detention was a reward, especially if a Head Girl older sister was the one issuing it. Marlene would collect her howlers from home then mime them out to her friends

When it came to her friends and loved ones, especially those who she saw things dangerously changing for; she became both defensive and offensive when provoked. She can often find herself in a fight without ever intending to start one, often times from her own lack of ability to communicate well.

That was her defining moment in senior year. Somehow always passing by skill rather than discipline, she could not get by as an Auror on just that. She had to prove to everyone and herself that she was more than capable and beyond passionate.

During 1981, Marlene was an Order member. She liked the freedom it brought, the less questions that were asked of her and the less rules to be followed than her day job as an Auror.

Despite being from a family of pureblood, the McKinnons were not particularly welcomed in that society. With parents being ministry officials, the McKinnons officially had targets on their backs. Marlene did what she thought was right and tried to transport her sister safely, but things went terribly wrong.

She was never really forgiven, or so she believes. The adolescent in her figured it was just as well, courage meant nothing if she couldn’t even defend loved ones. She didn’t want people following her, causing more trouble than she was worth.

She’s still as vivacious as ever if you know her closely, but she’s been holding in more than she ever did. And Marlene always held back a lot

Facts

- marlene was known for rather “aggressive” language when it comes to quidditch. she’d join the team herself, but there’s that whole discipline and sportsmanship thing…better off in the stands really

- girl can drink, it’s wee bit scary.

- telling her to do something will often provoke her to do the opposite or attempt to challenge you in many different ways. this can manifest in something like her fighting over quidditch or in more cerebral senses when she feels she is being attacked personally. 

- she says more or less what’s she’s thinking when she’s thinking it. she doesn’t often leave room for other’s thoughts and usually neglects to consider her own or anyone’s feelings in a particular situation. she has no filter.

- her heart is absolutely on her sleeve and she doesn’t even know it. she’s terrible at expressing emotions and is so easily hurt but will never admit it.

- she wanted to become an auror from about fourth year on. it felt like the perfect opposite to what family had done before her. and somewhere along the way, that became her genuine interest. Being one ended up being much more restrictive than she had hoped and she really struggled in training

- She blames herself for her older sister’s death, even if it was out of her control. She just recounts all the steps she took incorrectly. She assumes everyone else does, too... like she didn’t have enough self loathing going on.

- she has probably flirted with you and you probably liked it.

WANTED PLOTS

- Just basic ideas, we should totally go in depth and cry over them ok

- Family dynamics - siblings, cousins, etc 

- I’ll ship anything once, flings, unrequited, will they won’t they, what are they, literally just go wild

- The girl squad

- a roommate

- the negative influences from her youth when she was just the daughter of powerful people who was easy to manipulate

- somebody who makes her get her shitzz together 

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madeyeinmotion​:

Children. All of them. Even Vance who he had high hopes for as the future director of Auror Training; a seperate position he was trying to create separate from being head auror. He knew Emmeline would never take on the mantle of his position but he thought she could thrive in making other people run while she watched. Marlene was a different animal altogether, and she was wild. Talented enough but uncontrolled. She lacked the finesse that could see her reach truly great heights. However Alastor put that short coming on himself, he hadn’t spent enough time guiding her, honing that raw talent into a perfectly balanced blade. 

“Am I,” Moody asks, apparating just in front of her. Letting her momentum careen her forward and crash into him. He stands firm against the force of impact, though he had only decided to return her teasing with his own, just a moment before. The slightest nod of his head and the wooden targets close in on them, “tell me McKinnon, how important is speed when you’ve got nowhere to run? What else might be helpful, besides being young, fast and stupid?” A seemingly impenetrable set of four walls accumulates around them. 

“Yeah, that’s what the wrinkles mean.” She grinned, wand gripped in her hand while she felt targets become an enclosure. Her grin didn’t slide, didn’t turn to the hard line she felt narrow in her vision. She remembered this feeling. Sometimes she remembered it late at night when in the dark, she could hardly know the difference. She remember how she rationalized it all came out to chance. How one time, she could get them all out unscathed. And another time, she could just as easily loose everything. 

Thank Merlin, this was just wooden toys this time. 

But screw it, Marlene thought. What kind of lesson was this supposed to be? “Being brilliant helps, too.” She did not prefer non verbal magic necessarily, but she wasn’t about to let Moody have something on her, something he’d be able to keep on whatever file existed of her in his severe excuse of a brain. Alarte ascendare. Maybe a little second year, but it was enough to lift out one of the now-wall/former-targets from it’s line on the stone floor. She’d had just a few seconds to duck and roll herself out. Once the wood landed back-down, uneven and splintered, she waved from the other side. “It’s much nicer out here.”

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sanguisknight​:

The reprimand doesn’t much bother Florence, she’s never been one to care much for what’s allowed and what’s not. Besides — “I have business here, actually.” She takes her time to turn towards the stranger, returning their smile with one of her own; a small, crooked thing with a flash of teeth. “But you’re funny.” A pause, just long enough for Florence to flick her gaze up and down the other witch. “I didn’t realise they’d hired a little guard dog since I was here last.”

“Just don’t sit at somebody else’s desk, yeah? Disrespectful.” She remembered when this office was filled to the brim. Things weren’t like that anymore. “I’m quite funny I am, can even do very realistic dog barks but that’s only for very close friends you see?” Marlene sized up the woman once the dark haired wanderer once more. “Are you going to go about your business then or do you like being watched?”

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“Too slow.” She quipped as she whipped herself around one target, the aim from her wand left an echo throughout the room when the spell collided with the moving wood, splintering off and building itself back together. These rooms, usually reserved for training, were the best release she could get during the day. No hiding away in the bathroom, blabbing off and getting in trouble with the hire-ups. This practice room, with its moving targets just made things all right for a while. 

“Maybe you’re too old now” And let her have a little fun with it too. 

As in the fashion of Marlene McKinnon, she started in rapid fire succession down the line, barely realizing the genuine grin growing across her lips as she fired for each target. Her own eyes didn’t realized the sparked at the marvel and exhilaration that she didn’t even know she craved until she had it. @madeyeinmotion​

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mr-potter​:

Where: the Atrium of the MM With: Open The queue for the fireplaces was particularly long that day and honestly James was curious as to why that was. Was there something he was missing? A particularly important meeting? A high profile Wizengamot case that he should have heard about but somehow didn’t? Sure, he tended to work weird hours as the sporting world of the Magical community didn’t operate on the 9-5 basis, but he had never seen this many people leaving the Ministry at the same time. ‘Hey,’ he asked the person in front of him who seemed just as annoyed about the long waiting line, ‘are they giving something out for free in front of the fireplaces that there are so many people here?’

“Why do you want a free lolly?” She grinned, her eyes just choosing to peer over in case that could be something along the lines of true. “Bet you floo network blackouts are happening again. Operators just fall asleep right at their desks, isso Godric damned boring.” Marlene turned away from the wall, “or they just didn’t hire enough people to keep it going.” You could probably ask her mother or brother on that topic. “How about I give you a...” She dug into her pocket, knowing they’d be there “Every Flavor Bean, that is...” She squinted her eyes at the lightly spotted candy, “reckon its eye-booger flavored. Have at it, darling.”

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ophelia-burke​:

WHO: Ophelia & OPEN WHERE: The White Wyvern, Knockturn Alley WHEN: Present Day, Mid Afternoon

It might not have that much going for it - the food was subpar at best and the owners reputation was just as questionable as the rest of those who had businesses on Knockturn Alley - but Ophelia had grown to like spending time in the White Wyvern over the years. With most people generally avoiding the place, it meant that it was easy for her to grab a booth near the back pf the old pub during her lunch break and eat with almost no interruptions. 

She was in a relatively good mood today, so didn’t immediately sigh when she sensed another approaching her. “Can I help you with something?” She asked as she glanced up at the other person.

Marlene did not do stake outs well. Well, she did better now, but everything about them made her want to scream. Gladly with some minor seniority, came the option to leverage where her skills were best used. So no stake outs, but lazily sitting in a bar mid afternoon to see if a trade on a cursed object fell through - was slightly better. 

“Can you tilt your head slightly to the left?” She asked, too nonchalantly. As if it was a normal request one might here everyday. “Thank you.” She added, sing-song before even thinking if the other would comply. Course she had her credentials on her, but what’s the fun in that? 

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“Oi,” She called out, “this office isn’t for you darling.” She still flashed a smile, almost professional. Usually, she didn’t care who popped into the back offices of the Auror’s department. She’d actually had good time with it in the past. But that face, it just reminded her of something - set something off in Marlene. “Unless you’re trying to apply, but I’ve been told that’s tricky, tricky.” @sanguisknight​

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“Well excuse me for being brash, but I know this isn’t your desk, darling. Claimed it for myself about two weeks ago you know.” She grinned, leaning over and pointing to the dark under corner. “Charmed a pocket right in there you know. I’d say go ahead and reach in, it’s just Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. But you shouldn’t.” Mischief grew behind wide eyes, the type you should expect from a twelve year old. “But it’s only for my own hand. You’d get a serious case of boils if you tried like...this office was empty, yeah. Figured it’d be my new practice spot.” @lightandpurity​

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“Watch your legs there.” Her arm jutted out of her robe slightly, downwards towards the pair of legs angled out from the barstool. “Some prat is just buzzing to trip of you and start a fight, I’d bet they are.” Marlene’s own body fell ungracefully to the next stool. “And you’re lucky its not me, because I’ve got a great crying face. Once got a new bartender here to gimme week of drinks free just so I wouldn’t make a big deal of it.” Her grin shifted, mischeivously. “Of course I was about twenty at the time, don’t know if would work now.” @t-toots​

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walden-macnair​:

“Thank Salazar you didn’t,” Walden shrugged. “Can’t say my wife would have appreciated that.” Admittedly, he had yet to see Alecto get properly jealous but he was still appreciating being able to refer to her as his wife so any excuse to bring that up was one he was willing to take.

“I can’t tell if you are being sarcastic or not,” He added with a shake of his head. “But either way, I am feeling charitable enough to accept it as a compliment.

“I can tug on her robe, as well, if you’d prefer. I’m quite a fair person, I think everybody should be treated the same, I do.” She nodded, officially as if it were a manifesto and not her ramblings. But even in that, she couldn’t help but grin, unforced and self-pleasing. “Me, darling? Sarcastic, I am not. Really just a true dear friend who had her hopes up just a little too high. Of course, you are absolutely the wrong height, but the shape of your head seemed like a good fit for this hat they used to wear. Then, aye yours seems a little too big. All tidy, then. No one’s feelings hurt.”

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veelasboy​:

Alexander blinked politely, well, at least he wasn’t being ogled, that had happened a fair bit this evening. Reigning in the veela instinct for attention, he tilted his head and spoke, “Yes, I don’t think they’d have got me in here for a political campaign.” A half-veela? Far too controversial, but just fine to help raise money for charity. “So all the more reason to give a little if we can. I’ve never lost anyone to the illness but I remember having chicken pox as a child.” he chuckled, the sound low and musical, “Far from a pleasant experience.” He’d itched for days and had to take more baths than any little boy would want.

“Aye, well good.” In a slightly proud moment, Marlene caught herself from deepening a hole she would struggle to get out of. It was still early enough in the night for that self awareness. Or else, she’d be saying what shite all it was anyway. She was sure she had valid suspicions on still about a quarter of the people in this room. For things she wouldn’t forgive on either end of the line. The worst of it, she thought she’d seen as a kid, stuck in a room with her ear pressed to the door. Then came school, then work, then war. But subside that for now with a drink, yes? Yes. She grabbed the nearest passing tray, not paying attention to the rather unflattering green glitter that emitted from the glass. “Sounds like you’ve really had some scratching experience.”

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mrlestrange​:

Rodolphus arched his brow at her response. He couldn’t think of anyone farthest from perfection than her, but he wasn’t in the mood to argue, or at least not argue about something so petty and subjective. “It all sounds very violent, Miss McKinnon, should I be worried?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Do you find it adventurous to throw bottles?” He then wondered. This girl was insane and he would know, becase he was married to an insane woman. “Either your sense of adventure is questionable or you are just a chaotic person, or maybe both” he mused.

“Maybe I like chaotic adventure.” With her suggestion,she slouched as if she was home alone, unbothered and untethered - which in honesty is how she would prefer to feel. “It’s not violent if I’m not trying to hurt anyone, wouldn’t hurt a fly or a pixie - definitely not a human.” Accept maybe the count of war and it’s dismay which she couldn’t really get away from. She was still an auror, but she’d rather wrangle. “You think too practically, you know. Not everything comes with rhyming reason. It’s why your hair-line is starting to do that thing, I bet. You know one side is climbing back like your head is some mountain.”

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irisbulstrode​:

The girl looked oddly familiar, but she couldn’t remember her name, maybe it was because she seemed considerably younger than her. “Lush?” She blinked, slightly confused before realizing she probably meant her dress. From where did she know this girl? “I’m good, you?” Well, this was awkward. “I’m sorry, but do I know you? I feel like I do, but I can’t tell…” she asked worriedly. How awful and embarrassing would it be if she happened to know this woman and forget her name!

Marlene shrugged. She didn’t want to be one of the McKinnons, not that one. She liked being Marlene McKinnon, but she wasn’t the McKinnons probably spread about this very room. She was afraid people would think she’d look like Carys if she dressed up more, if she twisted her hair back and tried to drop the heavier sides of her accent, they’d be the same person in all but truth. “Call me, Birdie, then.” She hated the name immediately, but the words just seemed to flush from her mouth, “Birdie Bradley Finch.” She finished off, basking in some ridiculous believability. “And I don’t think so, I don’t work for the ministry or anything.”

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lunarmarauder​:

marlene​:

“Says you, who nearly bowled me off my feet. I’d say you’re the eager beaver here,” Remus retorts with a soft laugh. He hadn’t quite been expecting such an enthusiastic greeting, even from someone like Marlene, but it’s far from an unwelcome one. “Although… I’m not sure I’d call the bank mundane this morning. I don’t think the witch behind you in line would either,” he adds.

Already Remus feels lighter just by getting the chance to interact with someone who actually seems pleased to see him. Most of his interactions these days are with his colleagues at the ministry; people who can barely bother to even raise their heads to greet him, let alone smile or say hello. “It is good to see you though. It seems like forever since I saw you last.” Ironically, there are times where it feels like Remus saw more of his friends during the war, and that saw him away on missions for weeks at a time. It’s almost laughable that it was easier to arrange to catch up between assignments than it is now with conflicting work shifts. 

A touch of mischief creeps into his smile, curling his lips at the corners. “I’d ask how you are but given the bank fiasco… I think I already know the answer.”

“Please, I’m much too poised to be a beaver.” She winked slightly, despite tone facetiously mimicking sanctimoniousness. But she rolled her eyes, and head, adding a groan for good measure. “Her voice was like a nail and I know you thought it, too yeah? I’m like always right about these things, Remus darling.” Truth be told, that Godric damned voice was made worse by how little she cared last night about how she’d feel this morning. So on top of it, the scratchy tone creeping up her back made her want to jump out of her own skin. “Nevermind it now.” She nudged at him. 

“Yeah, it is.” A grin, real and soft emerged. She didn’t know what Remus would care to remember of the last few years, what had gotten out about herself seemed to be controlled  - probably to hold off papers hinting that more damage could still be done. “Don’t mind asking me, then. I’m just grand and lovely. Ask yourself how you are doing. How on Merlin’s Earth have you been getting on without me to entertain you?”

“I’m just taking piss out of you, darling. You seem like things are tidy.”

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“You know I think you look like an old room mate from the back of your head.  I was about to pull on that lovely silk robe and then I stopped myself like a proper lady.” A grin fell over her lip as she sought conversation where she could find it. “And I’m sure you should be thanking me for that.”

 Marlene needed to talk, needed to be busy. Nights like these were difficult. She knew her family was probably somewhere in the room. She knew her mother was probably sat at some table thinking how radiant her oldest would have looked, thinking how her oldest would have thrived and made conversation and connection. Her brother was probably in deep debate like their father. Wherever they were, they were thinking of Carys - not Marlene. “But to be fair, darling,” back to rambling with drunken delight, “you really do look quite a lot a like.”

where: ministry gala

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mrlestrange​:

Rodolphus turned his head and spotted none other than the McKinnon girl. Her comment was irreverent, pointless and certainly unwanted. But Rodolphus knew better than to cross her, so he just raised a brow. “Well, you and I know that perfection does not exist, is just a mere concept that make weak minds feel bad about themselves, Miss McKinnon” he responded. “But I am curious, why would you throw a bottle of expensive liquor in the first place?” He asked in return.

“No, but I’m Godric damned close to.” Jocularity seemed to just fit her voice, even if she felt quite far from perfect. The evening was boring, she didn’t dress right, and she hadn’t found an actual friend yet. “Well,” She leaned as if she was wondering this deeply, stuck in deep thought over the question at hand. “To stick it to the man, to see how it breaks, to see if makes a sounds, maybe the pixies’ll get to it and have a good time. Any experiment worth doing. It’s for the mere quelchin’ of curiosities and adventure, it is.”