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MARLENE:
“i’ll consider this night a success if i get a glimpse of MCGONAGALL dropping a hot move on the dance floor. after all, what unites us more than collective enjoyment that comes with staff making fools of themselves. ‘sides, i do love minnie.”
❝ and i’ll consider it a success if we get one dance in. come on marbles, maybe leading by example will get her to bust a move. ❞
PETER:
Peter couldn’t help but laugh at her first comment. She’d talked herself up and he’d talked himself down but neither of them had even stopped to consider their options. Funny how things worked like that. “You’d really want to?” he asked, His laugh settled into a genuine, albeit inquisitive, smile. “I mean–yeah. I’ll definitely go with you, Mary.”
❝ oh good ! we’ll have fun. so of course ?? why wouldn’t i? ❞ she returns his curious smile, imagining that he seemed quite relieved now that the difficult part was over. ❝ well that was easy. I told you so. ❞ apparently pleased with herself, she makes a move to stand ❝ see, i didn’t even get rejected. don’t you feel silly. ❞
PETER:
“Gosh, Mary. I didn’t mean it like that,” he said apologetically, biting his lip. He perked back up a second later, a smirk spreading across his face. “Yeah? Who are ya thinking of asking?”
❝ i ... hadn’t gotten that far. ❞ her slight pause comes from being lost in thought. blinking for a moment before suddenly she is meeting his eye, quite serious. ❝ would you go with me? .... ❞
MARLENE:
“i’ve already planned out three strategic ways of sneaking in a flask my dearest mary, don’t you fret. i WAS planning on missing out on the ordeal entirely but our dearest head girl has so kindly reminded me it’s mandatory to assist so my plans have been slightly tweaked. you’ll enjoy a dance or two with me mary bo peep, i promise.”
— ❝ i shouldn’t’ve doubted you. spare some for your friend, okay? ❞ she asks as she tentatively bumps the other girl’s shoulder. flat expression folding at marlene’s nickname. ❝ they did seem to be keep stressing the mandatory part. but it’ll be fun, I think. ❞
MARLENE:
“but what is a real BALL without A L C O H O L? that’s a key motivator that is missing from this event and i don’t even have a dress yet. it’s a true struggle. maybe THAT’S why i’m going to play hookie?”
— ❝ kill two birds with one stone. get a poofy enough skirt and think of all the alcohol you could bring yourself. ... you’re not really going to ditch, are you marbles? ---then who would I dance with? ❞
ALICE:
“No, it’s okay- I’m so used to everyone being scared I didn’t mean to yell.”
— ❝ don’t apologize. i nearly stepped on your pet’s tail. seems like a pretty normal reaction ❞
PETER:
“Easy for you to say. You don’t have to do the asking. You just get to sit back and say ‘yes, I’d love to go with you’ or ‘I’d rather go with Slughorn.’ You know, depending on who’s asking.”
— ❝ what is this, the 1950′s? screw your traditional gender roles pete, I could ask whoever I bloody like. and i’ll even live through someone saying no. because it's not a death sentence. i promise. ❞
ALICE:
“Don’t hurt them! Those are my rats, Beatrice and Eleanore! They won’t do anything to you!”
— ❝ sorry ! sorry-- do you need help catching them, or something? ❞
PETER:
“Mandatory dates? Are they allowed to do that?” Peter asked, indignant. “How the bloody hell am I supposed to ask someone to a ball?” He was pacing. Actually pacing. “I can barely speak to someone if I’m interested in them. Let alone ask them out. Or worse–dance with them. Remember what happened last time I tried to dance? It’s not pretty.”
—watching his pacing, her eyes widen slightly at his clear nerves. ❝ it’s just for fun, peter. one night out of a million more to come. i really wouldn’t stress over it. ❞
SIRIUS:
“ DON’T YOU THINK IT IS a little too early to be SCREECHING like a damn banshee ? come on now , give a bloke a chance to enjoy his eggs in peace . “
—turning to see precisely what he was talking about, mary’s brow quirks upwards at a group of girl’s morning greetings. ❝ they look like they’re having a good time. i thought you were all about that, black? ❞
{{ danse macabre ;; a playlist for mary + mulciber }}
{{ danse macabre - camille saint-saens ; symphony no. 9 - beethoven ; lacrimosa - mozart ; devil’s trill sonata - giuseppe tartini ; chairman’s waltz - john williams ; dance of the knights - sergei prokofiev ; marche slave - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky ; a faust overture - richard wagner --- i giorni - ludovico einaudi }}
BENJ:
his ears went incredibly warm , chin lifting to look at mary. where was this coming from? “ no, i’m not– ” his words were drowned out by the seekers. benjy’s legs shifted on his broom at her honesty but he could feel the familiar stubbornness bubbling in his chest. that same stubbornness he had with dorcas and james. “ and whats that supposed to mean? ”
—her hand falls to the bottom of her throat, thumb brushing over her collarbone. there is a wash of exhaustion that hits her, as if a small flame within her had suddenly died. ❝ it means, i think you’ve been an absolute SELFISH and PIGHEADED friend. you literally haven’t spoken to me in days, not about how I am and certainly not about your new girlfriend. CONGRATS, by the way-- ❞ she snaps sarcastically, expression cold and teeth gritted nearly painfully. she needs to land. to breathe. without warning she dives to the ground, stumbling slightly as she lands and takes a few halting steps, seemingly uncaring if he decides to follow or not.
okbenjy:
the boy heard the underlying tone in marys voice, and his forehead crinkled in confusion. yes, benjy was confused. he thought he was being nice by offering his ear, but that had proved to be wrong, his back straightening, hands gripping his own broom tighter as they were propelled in the air. “ okay. we can drop it. i know when i’m not welcomed. ” he muttered, his head lowering from her view,
—she should’ve been different. soft words and concern at his dejection. apologetic. --why does it always have to be about them? and her nose crinkles in annoyance, ❝ is that right? you’re going to make it my fault? ❞ a solid sigh falls from her mouth as she moves to tuck her hair into a small and hasty ponytail, gaze unfocused from him, as if he wasn’t there at all. ❝ because I’d say lately you’ve just been too busy for the rest of us ❞
okbenjy:
he studied her for a moment. benjy was never the best at reading people, heck he was oblivious to most things, but what he did notice was the way mary’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “ —that can wait. besides, they need the practice - i was making it too hard by blocking everything. ” he smiled softly, trying to ease the mood before he pried again. “ why you grippin’ your broom so tight, everything ok? ”
—her fingers uncurl from the broom. stretching them briefly by opening and closing her fist, she doesn’t looking at him. and the smile had slid from her features ❝ bad habit. ❞ tucking another unruly strand of hair behind her ear she sighs, tone flat. ❝ i’m really fine. and i don’t want to get you in trouble. why can’t you just drop it? ❞
okbenjy:
IT WAS PRACTICE. the whole team had finally come together since the attack on hogsmeade, and it felt almost normal. almost. actually, that was a lie. benjy wanted so hard to act like everything was okay, to pretend, but really everyone knew things were off. his gaze drifted upward from his position at the goal post. it didn’t take long to notice the seekers weary behavior. and quickly, benjy pushed off, his broom moving effortlessly through the air. “ —hey , everything alright here mar ? ”
—mary glances at her teammate, smiling hollowly and reaching to brush a strand of hair that whipped across her mouth. this was her first practice with the rest of the team, and she was distant, thoughts elsewhere. ❝ you should be at the goal posts, benj. ❞ she reminds him, ignoring his question completely in the process. her gaze wanders to their captain, a blur chasing the quaffle beneath them.
@okbenjy
---mary sat on her broom at least fifty feet in the air, gaze locked on the grass that swayed lazily below her. her features were curiously blank, occasionally circling the empty quidditch pitch as though she were truly engaged in looking for a snitch. she’d never been afraid of heights. but now her vision was swimming, grip tightening on the broom’s handle when she heard a familiar voice call to her over the wind. it took a moment, but finally she broke her silent meditation to look up and realize benjy was flying towards her. ❝ benj. . . . hey. ❞
xo-lilithmarie:
❝i don’t know who the hell you think you are but you have no right to speak to me or anyone like this. you went through something terrible well guess what mary we all did. we’re all trying to keep our shit together however we can whether its pretending to be okay or fighting off the fear we constantly live in so get off your damn high horse pretending that whatever i’m doing is beneath you. if it bothers you, don’t look at me, hell don’t speak to me again, but you don’t get to judge my character just because you damn well feel like it.❞ lily sidesteps in order to block her way once more, her eyes burning with rage. ❝NO, i’m not letting you go just like that. you want to be mad at me, give it all you’ve got sweets but there’s something wrong with you and i’ll be damned if i don’t help you get through it.❞
–- she was going to be sick, head swimming and throat burning, mary has to take a step back. lily’s words hitting her where it mattered. && yet her features and gaze remain unmoved by lily’s speech, as if uninterested. --why couldn’t she win? what made lily so special? words and reminders that overpowered anything else, even the part of her that begged for this to just end.
❝ .... wow. quite the lecture. ---are you done? because if you’ve finished listening to yourself talk, I have somewhere else to be. ❞ she answers hollowly before shoving past the red head and quickening her pace to ESCAPE