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Courtyard || Open
“Yeah, I’ll see you.” [He paused, breath hitching yet again as he answered] “At this point in time, I really don’t know.”
“Good.” [She gave him a long look without actually turning her head] “You should at least offer. Not like he’s going to go back home.”
Courtyard || Open
“Yeah, I’ll see you.” [He paused, breath hitching yet again as he answered] “At this point in time, I really don’t know.”
“Good.” [She gave him a long look without actually turning her head] “You should at least offer. Not like he’s going to go back home.”
“So explain to me again how you managed to give yourself a black eye.”
“Ok, so I was showing Ludo this new move I saw about how to block the bludger and it...really didn’t work right. But it’s not that bad is it?”
after the storm | open
“Yeah, well,” he murmured, looking back up at her with something of a sheepish look on his face. “It is all miserable, so I can’t really fault you for that one.” He bit his lip for a moment, brow furrowing as he thought over what he could and shouldn’t say. “Just - hypothetical, right - but just imagine Mary or Lily decided to do something that you thought they’d never have the capacity to ever do, something at your expense, something you trusted them with completely. And you knew they were sorry for it, but sorry doesn’t quite cut everything, does it? It’s not some kind of… incantation that you pair up with your wand and the proper movements and everything is fine, right?”
He was half vaguely explaining and half still asking for advice or even help, looking at her rather imploringly at this point. “I appreciate your help, even if you’d be the shittest fucking life coach I’ve ever met, Mars.”
“That doesn’t seem very likely, but I’ll play along. I guess I would just have to imagine how I would feel in their shoes. Because lets face it, I fuck up. Often. As evidenced by this conversation. So, if it were me and I fucked up in a moment of weakness or not thinking or anger or whatever, I would hope that they could forgive me. And I’d do whatever it took to make sure they knew that I had zero intention of letting anything like that happen again,” she answered, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “It’s not the word sorry that makes it better. I know that. But it counts for something, doesn’t it? Especially from someone like Sirius who typically makes no apology for anything he does.”
She sighed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder and reaching across the table to pat Remus’ hand. “Is staying angry making you feel better? Because you look like hell. So maybe you don’t forgive him for him or because he deserves it, maybe you do it for you so that you don’t waste away and become a sad, pathetic loner that frightens the first years.”
Marlene: You are so vile! Do your parents even like you?
Sirius: I don't know, McKinnon. I haven't asked them lately.
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after the storm | open
Remus blinked at her in genuine surprise as she went in, saying things that were absolutely one hundred percent true and fair… from an outsider’s perspective, which is all she could be, obviously, but he couldn’t help but let it hit him far harder than it should have. His mouth snapped shut, lips in a tight line as he let her finish, shaking his head slowly.
“Honestly, Mars, look. I appreciate it. I do. But you have no idea what you’re talking about on this one, so drop it, alright?” He poked sullenly at his plate, not quite finished but giving himself a second to catch up. His response wasn’t angry, more exasperated, running a hand through his hair as he spoke and trying to be as explanatory as possible without getting too detailed. “You can go tell that to James and let him hear it but I don’t need to, it’s not how this one is going to work. This isn’t a normal fight, I’m not being bloody stupid. You don’t get to be mad that our inner drama is spilling out since no one can keep their noses out of it and then act like you know what’s happening when we’re purposefully not trying to make it something everyone knows every detail of. You just don’t, it’s not what I need to hear right now. Like I said, maybe James or Peter need to hear it but I’m not fighting with them. I’m not fighting with anyone, actually, because Sirius made this bed and now he can lie in it and it’s not my job to make him feel better about it. Not this time.”
He snorted at that, letting it diffuse the tension as planned, rolling his eyes. “You’re impossible, McKinnon. Completely fucking impossible.”
Marlene wasn’t great at knowing when she’d gone too far until it was too late, but she made no apologies for who she was. Remus was back in his funk, avoiding her gaze and telling her she couldn’t understand what was going on. He was right, of course, she wasn’t a part of whatever it was that was making all of them piss and moan, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care. Remus was supposed to be the most reasonable one. For him to write off his very best friends... it was scary. She didn’t like it. Some things were supposed to be constant and the four of them being idiots was one of those things.
“Impossibly pretty. Godric, you’re awful at this. I’m going to have to find a new lackey,” she sighed, pursing her lips. “Look, I know that it’s not my business and I really, really was going to stay out if it but I’m awful at staying out of things because in addition to being impossible and gorgeous -- which you keep forgetting -- I’m nosy. It’s a flaw. But it’s good natured meddlesomeness, okay? I don’t like seeing you all like this and it’s not just me being selfish. It is a little bit me being selfish but that’s not all of it. So fine. I’m wrong and out of line and I don’t fucking care. I just don’t like seeing you all so miserable. It’s a real bummer. But I didn’t mean to make it worse, so I’m sorry. I guess I’m not cut out to be a life coach, huh? Back to the drawing board.”
Courtyard || Open
“He’s the best scape-goat.” [James agreed, then shifted slightly so she could lean against him more comfortably] “Yeah, mum’s already owled me about that. I’m definitely going home. Dad–” [He hitched a breath, though continued briskly, as though the brief stutter hadn’t occurred] “–well, I haven’t seen him since summer hols, ‘cause he didn’t come to parents weekend.”
“He really is.” [Without raising her head, Marlene peeked up at James and frowned slightly] “Good, I’ll see you, then?” [she hesitated before adding] “And Sirius, of course... you are taking him home with you, right?”
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Marlene: Where's Potter?
Lily: HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!
Marlene: Whoa there, never said he was.
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Courtyard || Open
“Let’s blame Mitchell.” [James sniggered, stubbing out his cigarette and leaning back against the cool stone wall behind him] “Ah, yeah? So, you’re going home for Christmas, are you?”
“Excellent choice, lets definitely blame Mitchell.” [She grinned and leaned back as well, laying her head easily against his shoulder just like she would any of her brothers.] “Yeah, mum wants everyone home. It’s not exactly easy to say no to my mother. What about you? I’m sure you and your folks are invited.”
