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Marlene Marilyn McKinnon
Red light, yellow light, pink light NO You'll never ever ever ever take me home TOUCH ME again and I'll FUCKING SCREAM Covered in blood JUST GIRLY THINGS Pink rover, pink rover Please SEND the COWARD over And if that bastard whistles Put a knife up to his boner CUT HIM
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When: Hookum House Party Where: Kitchen With: Open to all house party attendees
After getting his hands on a bottle of wine and the better half of a second one, Peter had finally sunk into the blissful state of alcohol induced relaxation. His shoulder's were slumped as he relaxed against the back of a sofa loudly singing along to the song playing with a damn good voice- completely free of his usual stutter.
"Heyyyyy, come and sit with me!" He called out, making grabby hands at a passerby, trying to get them onto the sofa with him, "I can talk now! Ask me annnnnnnything!" he sang the last word and laughed, taking another swing of wine straight from the bottle.
Marlene could probably count the amount of times she’d seen Peter drunk on one hand. It was a rarity, like seeing a unicorn, but it was an incredible sight to behold when the opportunity arose. She could hear him singing all the way in the kitchen, his voice was unusually good for someone who could barely speak on a good day. Marlene smiled to herself as she swallowed the shot that had been handed to her. It was such a genuinely good night and she was so happy to see all of her friends letting loose and having fun. They all deserved it.
She heard Peter before she saw him, calling out to her as he was slunk back into the sofa. She laughed, “I was coming to find you, Petey!” Marlene climbed on to the couch, her boots on the cushion as she sat on the back. It wasn’t very good for the furniture, but it didn’t seem as though Daisy would mind too much. “I could hear you singing while I was in the kitchen! D’you have a duet we can do together?”
Marlene stood outside on the front deck, looking up at the stars while taking a puff of her cigarette. She wished she knew more about the stars, the only thing she knew for certain was that Sirius was the brightest star in the sky, she’d heard him repeat that a million times. Hearing someone else walking out of the door, Marlene moved over slightly so she wasn’t taking up the entire space in front of the door. Looking to see who it was, she couldn’t quite put a name to the face, but she knew she definitely recognized the other girl. “Getting hot in there, hm?” Marlene asked, laughing softly, “Considering the fact that we’re all only wearing scraps of fabric you’d think we’d be keeping cooler, huh?” - @deartheodosiax
When: Daisy and Tilden's house party Where: living room Who: Dorcas and Marlene @mckns
"Marlene!" Dorcas exclaimed, throwing her arms around her best friend. "Coming tonight was the best idea you've ever had, you're brilliant, you know that?" Dorcas grinned. She had lost count of how many drinks she had had, but she was past caring. She felt happy and good and there had been a time when she hadn't ever imagined herself ever saying those words again. "I feel happy. Like, actually happy. Isn't that so crazy?"
Dorcas pulled away and glanced at her best friend. "Are you having the best time?" She asked her, suddenly concerned that maybe Marlene wasn't having fun even though there was nothing to say that that was the case. "Are you?"
Marlene’s arms instantly wrapped around Dorcas, squeezing her tightly. It hadn’t taken much convincing to get her here, just a bit of reassurance that everyone in attendance would be someone that Doe could trust, everyone here was a friend. It seemed as though she was enjoying herself, and Marlene was incredibly happy to see it. If anyone deserved to have fun, it was definitely Dorcas. “I’m so glad to hear that, Doe!” She replied, pulling away slightly but letting her hands remain on her waist, “I told you that you’d have fun! You’ve got to trust me, I always have the best ideas.”
Noticing the slight shift in her tone, Marlene laughed, nodding, “I am having the best time, but now it’s even better since I’ve found you.” She smiled, knowing she was somehow much more sober than Dorcas was at this point. That certainly wouldn’t last long, though, “Wanna come take some shots with me? I’ve gotta catch up, I got here late.”
"Marlene-!" she greeted the moment her friend recognized her, following her pull into a tight hug, nuzzling herself right against Marlene's chest as she'd done so countless times before. "Of course- I would have been happy if it'd just turned out be me, Dirk, and Tilly- But i'm so happy with the big turn out!" She spoke as she hugged her, gave a squeeze before pulling away and getting a good look at her. A good look at her shirt, too. "Don't mind if I do," she wiggled her eyebrows and moved in close again to give Marlene's breasts a fully indulgent squeeze, daring to enjoy herself a little. She had always been a decadent person, and Marlene was an easy friend to indulge with. She giggled under her breath before letting go, snaking her arms around Marlene's neck instead. "Took your time getting here, Lene. I almost thought you might not show."
Knowing that there were others who were out at a wedding reception, wearing uncomfortable clothes and probably speaking to each other in their dumb posh accents, made Marlene glad that she had a party to attend. She had not been invited, nor did she want to attend, she was just happy she had actually fun things to do with her friends. She snorted when Daisy noticed her shirt and shimmied her shoulders slightly as she came in for the grab.
Marlene laughed letting her arms rest atop Daisy’s shoulders as she swayed the two of them to the beat of the music. “Who shows up to a party on time?” She scoffed, eyes rolling jokingly. There was a point in her life when Marlene thought it was best to show up fashionably late, but she didn’t really care that much anymore. “No, I think I just have time blindness, if there isn’t a clock directly in front of my face I lose track of time and get easily distracted. At least my eyeliner looks good.” She lifted a shoulder in a half shrug, smirking. “Honestly, how is Tilden keeping it in his pants right now with what you’ve got on miss thang? Damn you’re looking hot as hell.”
where: daisy & tilden's house party who: @mckns
"MARS BAR" The brunette squeals, racing up to the third to her pie, she would have been lost without the other, and Sirius. They were her rock. Again, life saver, who let her rummage through their closet to find the outfit she was currently wearing, too drunk to care how revealing it was. Mary was certain she may have flashed her ass since the fabric kept riding up.
It was natural for her eyes to drift to the words written on her friends chest, squinting her eyes to focus better. "Touch. Boobs." There were more words, but those two stood out and without hesitation, her hands reach forward, and not merely touch, but fondle Marlene's boobs. "WAIT...." She gives a little squeeze. "They are so....firm but plush, like I could keep doing this all night." Clearly drunk Mary's common sense was thrown to the wind.
"Touch mine." It seemed fair, reaching for Marlene's hands to place over top of hers. "Do they feel like yours?" Her words serious, a pout on her face with almost sad puppy eyes. She wanted them to feel like theirs. They felt great. Then out of the blue. "I'm going to kiss Sirius tonight."
Marlene had been looking for Mary, and when she heard her familiar nickname, her head whipped around. There weren’t many people that could get away with calling her something other than her own name and approved nicknames, but Mary was surely at the top of the list of people that could. Her smile grew wide as she extended her arms out for a hug, but her expression quickly changed to one that could only be described as shocked as Mary reached out and grabbed her boobs. Marlene had expected it, she was literally inviting people to touch her boobs, but she hadn’t expected it from Mary of all people. She must be drunk.
Laughter spilled out of her mouth at her observations, taking a drink out of her cup before answering her. “I grew them myself! They’re a bit smaller than I would have liked, but I think they suit me.” Marlene knew that there were spells and potions that could change her appearance, but she was proud of who she was and what her body did on its own. With her hands now on top of Mary’s chest, Marlene gave a squeeze before laughing again. “Yours are definitely bigger than mine, meaning they’re much softer and more comfortable than mine.”
She laughed again, picking up her cup and taking another drink out of it before she heard Mary’s next words. “Are you sure you want to do that while you’re drunk?” She asked, a small smile toying on her lips. As much as she hated the thought of losing one of her booty calls, she was excited for Mary to finally realize her feelings for Sirius. It seemed so obvious to everyone else but the two of them. “Don’t want to wake up in the morning and regret it…. Wait, have you even kissed anyone before?”
Marlene McKinnon & her look for Daisy & Tilden's party
Marlene didn't get the memo that the theme was slutty and showed up in her usual attire, which happened to match the theme quite well. She's wearing a lavender baby tee with a spicy saying on it, a denim mini skirt along with a pair of oxford style loafers
The party was in full swing and Daisy had been buzzing around the house making sure her guests felt welcome, and everyone was having a good time. Currently she found herself tucked at the refreshments table, handing out drinks to anyone who dared to pass by her without one. Seeing another empty hand about to pass by, she stopped them with a grasp of their wrist and an, "oh, oh- Just a second-" before slipping a full cup into their hand with a beaming smile.
Marlene was running late, but everybody seemed to expect that from her lately. Everyone else in the house had already left, meanwhile she was still sitting on the floor in front of her mirror, making sure her eyeliner was perfect. About an hour after everyone else had left, Marlene finally showed up, fashionably late. She first wanted to find Daisy to let her know she was here, and slipped her way through all of the familiar faces before someone grabber her wrist. Turning, Marlene grinned, happily taking the cup from Daisy's hand. "Don't mind if I do!" She laughed, opening her arms to invite her in for a hug, "I can't believe how many people are here, thank you for hosting!"
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where: grimmauld place who: @mckns & @siriblk
Mary was excited to go out with her friends, grabbing the her clothes and alcohol, before heading down to Marlene's room to get ready. No matter what she knew the three of them would have a good time and she would be able to relax. "I'm here," she gives a quick knock on the door before barging in. "Glitter will not be dumping the whole bottle on me," her eyes narrow at the blonde, a bright smile on her face, holding up the bottle of firewhiskey. "This should help when we are getting ready." She places her dress on the bed and drops her heels on the floor. "Remind me when we are out that I don't bend over." Her butt plops on the bed.
Marlene sat cross-legged on the floor in her room in front of her mirror as she coated her eyes with black pencil liner. She smiled up to Mary as she entered her room with a bottle of alcohol, her free hand immediately reaching out for it to be handed to her. "Glitter is getting on you one way or another, might as well let me do it intentionally." She teased, poking her tongue out before opening the bottle of firewhiskey. Marlene laughed slightly, returning her gaze to the mirror, "But how are you going to get your first kiss if you don't show off what you got?" She knew that wasn't necessairly on Mary's agenda for the night, but it was still fun to tease her. "Don't worry, I'll kiss you before the night is over." She made eye contact with Mary through the mirror and winked at her before bursting into laughter, which was absolute perfect timing for Sirius to enter the room. @siriblk
With the invitation accepted, Mary moves to sit down beside Marlene, wrapping an arm around her friend's waist, leaning her head on top of theirs. There was no awkwardness with the moment of silence, fixating her soften gaze on the tombstones in front of her.
"I know you do." She missed them too. It was unfair to see the people her friends cared deeply about taken from them. "It will, with time." She would never judge her friend for needing all the time in the world to find that sense of healing. "They are always here in your heart, Mar. I'm sure they are watching down on you too."
It had been years since her family had been taken, but Marlene still felt as though it was just yesterday. She knew she should be grateful that she was still alive, and that she had Monica by her side, but her family didn't deserve what happened to them. To be murdered in cold blood by her own brother, their son. It wasn't fair. It didn't make sense.
"I know." Marlene replied, her head nodding slightly. She was grateful for the time she had with her family, all of the good memories that she had with them. "Suppose it's just survivors guilt, y'know?" She sighed, sniffling softly. Marlene held Mary tightly for a moment before pulling back slightly. She smiled to her friend, tears staining her cheeks, "Thanks for coming."
He had been on his way home, having stopped off at the Three Broomsticks to say hello to Rosmerta for a minute after purchasing some new dueling gloves at Stitches & Draughts. The place was his secret gold mine - everyone seemed to write it off for knick knacks and uselses trinkets, but they had some of his best stuff in there.
On his way back, a small movement drew his eye to the small graveyard - usually overlooked, although he had visited before. Sirius' steps faltered and his heart sank just a little bit; he would know that figure anywhere. Marlene. Without thinking much about it, he went to her, but one he got there, he wasn't quite sure what to do next. This wasn't his forte - he didn't know how to comfort people, not in the ways they really needed.
She spoke before he could make up his mind on what to do, and he shook his head. "I was about to ask you the same thing." He said softly, no trace of the usual sarcasm that might accompany the words.
Marlene looked up to Sirius, eyes wider than she had intended. It had been a rough morning, and he was one of her comfort people. It was easy to be herself around him, even if she was sitting on the ground sobbing. Her hand came up to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks, and her head shook slightly.
"I'm just finishing up," Marlene replied softly, turning back to shove the garbage from her breakfast into her backpack, "A distraction might me nice though." Although she may feel comfortable with Sirius, she didn't want to invite him to sit down with her. He'd let her cry on his shoulder enough times in the past, it wasn't something she needed right this moment.
She stood up slowly, legs wobbling slightly as the blood rushed back down to that part of her body. Slinging her backpack over her shoulders, Marlene wiped at her cheeks again before looking to Sirius. "Were you headed home, or…?" She didn't really care where he was headed, she was just glad to have some company.
Her words made him grimace as he suppressed a shudder, his mind running wild at the sole idea of it being true. "I know you meant it as a joke, but that's just something mad enough for those ancient wankers to do that it's actually scary." After all, he had just exited the most important government building in Wizarding Britain through a toilet. In 1982! How are they not simply using the Floo Network?
He pushed himself off the wall as soon as she started answering his question, but her pause and a rather awkward end to the sentence made him burst out laughing. He tried to keep it low-key, hoping they wouldn't attract too much attention, but failing spectacularly. "Too much information, McKinnon," he wheezed once the kid had moved away (admittedly a bit startled) and he could breath without choking. "We were talking about having a match and not your sex life."
Of course Marlene had no ill-thoughts about muggles, in fact she found muggle lifestyle rather fascinating. However, she never did well with hiding the fact that magic exists while in muggle spaces. It was just a part of being born and raised in a pureblood household, magic had never not been around, and surpressing that part of her was quite difficult. Marlene knew it was for their own safety, but, still. At least she'd caught herself and didn't make herself out to seem like one of those fictional witches that muggle children associate broom riding with.
"James, please." She'd already embarrassed herself twice, she didn't need him poking fun at her. However the smile that was on her lips and the small giggles that fell out of her completely gave away the fact that she also found it funny. "At least I have an active sex life." She snorted, before grabbing James by the elbow and leading him around another corner, out of sight so they could apparate away. "I need to borrow a broom, by the way. Sirius flew mine into a tree."
Alice had quite a regular habit of visiting graveyards after the war. She usually alternated between the one here in Hogsmeade, and one in London. So many people had died during the war, and well, she knew some people didn't have anyone to mourn them. Whole families had been wiped out. Alice felt some sense of responsibility to make sure that someone mourned them, even if she hadn't known them in life. She didn't get to the graves as much as she wanted to, but she knew that didn't matter. As long as she went a couple of times, it would feel okay to her.
She'd ran into Marlene a couple of times during her visits. She tried to not intrude too much. She considered Marlene like her sister. A lot of the young gryffindors she considered siblings. But Marlene had always had a special place in her heart. It hurt when she saw her hurting. That was why despite not wanting to intrude, she had to make sure the other was okay.
"Want some company?" Always a question. Alice would always give Marlene chance to say no, to sit by the graveside on her own if they wanted. But she needed to at least offer
A small smile flashed across her lips as she realized it was only Alice standing behind her. She'd noticed Alice visiting the graveyard a few times in the past, leaving flowers at headstones that never had any. It was such an incredibly kind thing for her to do, and Marlene admired her for it.
"I, um…" Marlene started, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with her sleeve, "I was just finishing up, actually." She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting there, but it had been quite awhile, judging where the sun was. "Can you just give me a moment to collect myself, and then we can do something together? Take my mind off it?"
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EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?
💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours.
Dear Micah, To Micah, I was high on mushrooms when I saw you at the Firefly Festival. I didn't recognize you, and if I realized who you were, I never would have made out with you. If Mary finds out she WILL kill me. Please don't ever tell anybody, and if you do, I'll kick your ass. From Marlene P.S. Burn this letter.
