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rodolphusx:
“I’m taking a survey of two questions. Are you going home for the hols, and should I go home for the hols? Answer honestly now, it’s for posterity.”
❝Yes and... yes. No one really wants to imagine the chaos we'd come back to if, Merlin forbid, you got bored while sitting around here over hols.❞
ｇｒｅａｔ ｈａｌｌ| 14 dec '76.
rvinations:
❝ It’s yours if you want it. The elves will bring more out or ‘magic’, I’m sure, and I’m not much of an eater on practice days.. ❞
❝Right, well-- more blueberry muffin for me. Unlike some lucky people I could eat a hippogriff after practices.❞ She hesitates, feeling uncharacteristically intimidated but also insufferably curious by his tone. In the end she sits across from him, and eats her muffin. ❝So-- you don't usually meet too many people bothered with the convenience of magic.❞
g r e a t hall//15th december 1976
the-ameliabones:
"While I always enjoyed a bit of impromptu fun back in my day, it would be smarter to drop the wand for now, daredevil. Food is best eaten in peace."
❝'Back in my day?' You, Miss Bones, are starting to sound like a very, very, very, old lady.❞
CORRIDORS || 12.15.76
halfaprince09:
Severus hunched down even lower as he walked, scowling at the errant sparkles and glitter that dared to land on his cloak. Glancing at the mistletoe that dotted the alcoves and the purple (purple!) garlands, he was certain that Dumbledore had a large hand in the decoration process this year. Obviously he did not have enough to do.
Severus didn’t know what he was going to do, either. He was certainly not going back to Spinner’s End, but he certainly did not want his housemates’ scorn at the fact that he did not even have a home to go to during Yuletide.
Absently blowing at a clump of glitter that was dangerously close to landing on her cheek, Marlene almost missed running into her fellow sixth year. If her eyes had been wide with surprise from the close call of the collision, they widened more and her jaw sagged a little when recognition kicked in. Hands up and balance regained, she still grimaced. Marlene had never had the pleasure of having her own problems with the Slytherin, but she'd heard a few choice things from Lily, and the sudden dropping of the red-head's oddball friend had stirred up quite a few of its own gossip trains. Logic and experience told her shove off immediately. But instead, Marlene decides to force politeness for the sake of the holidays and perhaps just a small inkling of curiosity in what exactly Lily had seen in the bloke, she smiles slightly not really friendly, but not a sneer either. ❝Snape--... didn't notice you there.❞
12.15.76. ~ u n s p e c i f i e d
oseersybill:
"Yes — Yes, all right." She continued muttering to herself as she traced a finger down the line of text in one of the books. She had to be prepared for this. She could not fail. Memorisation was key. And though her instincts sometimes said otherwise, when it came to auras, she had to trust the experts, instead. (She was no actual seer, you know.) "Blue …- is depression. Right. Yes."
It was well known fact that Sybill Trelawney had her batty moments, but talking to herself was a new one. Caught between a desire to run for the hills and a dull sense of concern, Marlene sighs heavily, eyelids fluttering before acting against better judgement. She turns, eyes softening when she realizes that the girl is merely reading some book, studying most likely. ❝--You alright there? What are you muttering, Sybill?❞
corridors ♕ 15 december '76
"I’d be heading home for Christmas if it weren’t for the fact that last year was such a miserable mess," Bartemius told his companion as they walked down the hall together. "The old house elf ruined the meal by spilling the cranberry sauce all down Mother’s fine linens and then cried until Grandfather quit screaming at it. It’s such a bloody stupid creature. I’m truly not sure why Father hasn’t gotten rid of the thing already."
blindbartemius:
❝--Right. So you're staying here? To avoid your House Elf? Won't your parents be bent out of shape you won't be there for Christmas?❞
December 14th, 1976 ♣ Dorcas & Marlene
spitfiremeadowes:
"I feel morally obligated to go home for Christmas, that’s awful even by my standards."
❝What d'you mean?❞
History of Magic Classroom || December 14th 1976
jamesfckingpotter:
James scribbles a note onto a piece of parchment and throws it with expert precision onto a desk three rows ahead.
You reckon Binns would notice if we just got up and left? If I sit here another minute my brain is going to melt. I say we skive off the rest of the day as an early Xmas present to ourselves. How about it?
The note skates across her desk, the sound arousing her from a sleepy daze. James' messy scrawl is easily recognizable, and the promise sends a thrill of hope that even manages to pierce through the Binn's induced boredom coma. Lithe fingers flip the page over to hash out a reply before she turns in her seat, partially to test Binn's alertness but also to have better aim before tossing the crumpled parchment back. Her sights were set on his forehead, but she misses and hits his shoulder instead.
And miss this fascinating lecture on Merlin-knows-what? It would have to be a pretty spectacular adventure to be worth the detention, sir. Where to? --MMM
GREAT HALL || 12.14.76
lionpettigrew:
"So, who’s going home again?"
❝Me. Most likely. --Well, unless everyone's going to stay. I wouldn't want to miss anything. What about you, Peter?❞
December 13th, 1976 || Unspecified
lionhearted-macdonald:
❝Pushed up. Definitely.❞
❝...Unless the occasion is a funeral. --What is the occasion, actually?❞
Great Hall | | Dec 13 1976
badgertonkss:
He immediately shakes his head turning it down towards the table that he’s seated at before he turns his gaze back to her. “Hey—- my obsession with Muggle music isn’t that bad,” He protested. Though— he knew that was a lie. He did have quite the obsession when it came to music and quite often talked about it. Then again, he talked about a large variety of Muggle indulgencies of his that seemed to go over many of his friends’ heads. “Hrmmm…” He said, trying to think back. “I believe that last week I was telling you about The Clash. They’re kind of a new band, so I haven’t heard much about them just yet.” There was a light shrug of his shoulders before he tilted his head to the side curiously. A light sigh escaped his lips before he spoke up again. “Y’know, you might actually like these bands and know their names if you gave them more of a listen. Like I’ve always told you, they sound so much better live.”
❝Oi! I see what you're trying to do. You're trying to convert me to your fetishes again, Ted Tonks?❞ In truth, between Charity and Ted's persistent obsessions, Marlene's curiosity had been piqued ages ago. The muggle music movement seemed to be moving at much more extravagant and wild leaps and bounds than the magical side of things, and Marlene McKinnon had always been drawn to a little flair. Struggling not to smile too indulgently, Marlene shrugged, keeping up the illusion of resistance. She's stuck between the fun of teasing him and giving in to the lure of Ted's own little slice of muggle culture. ❝Say I get dragged to this Clashing business, where does it end my dearest Ted? Next you'll get swept up and we're on a train following all your favorites across Europe. You see what you've done? You've gone and turned me into the sensible one.❞
D U N G E O N S || 12.13.76
lovewithcharity:
Smirk playing on her lips, Charity shook her head. ❝I suppose this atmosphere suits them. Dark and dank fits broody to a ‘t’ when you think about it.❞ There was a pause, then, ❝But I don’t think they’re quite as dramatic as you, Marlene.❞
❝That would be quite a feat, wouldn't it.❞ Her eyes glance around their surroundings, quietly hoping that Charity has a much better sense of where they are than she does. ❝Exactly, how insane would it be to suggest skiving off potions this morning, Char?❞
" We’ve all been waitin’ for this, but it always comes too quick, spend our days in the playground pretending not to be kids. “
❧ Marlene McKinnon Moodboard
D U N G E O N S || 12.13.76
lovewithcharity:
"Always has to be so—dank down here," Charity mutters under her breath as she takes her time in being late to Potions.
❝You know the Slytherins are all about 'atmosphere'. And they say I'm dramatic. You just know they could clear up that moldy smell by sticking a few more fireplaces down here. They just don't since it'll ruin the whole dark, mysterious, and spooky effect.❞
