Sugar, Spice and Something Not Quite So Nice

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Ew... || Abigail & Marlene

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"How what?" Abigail snapped under her mask. "This is your spell." She pointed her wand at the stumbling zombie. She cast a quick spell to stable him, and then another to undo the damage the knock back had caused. She abhorred healing a zombie. Her wand hand twitched, wanting nothing more than to have fire blaze from it and consume the corpse.

[missingmarls]

Had it been any other situation Marlene might have rolled her eyes. She understood that it was her spell, she got that even in her state. What she didn't comprehend was how they had it? Who could have gotten to it? There was a traitor to be sure, there couldn't be another possibility but Marlene couldn't think right. Forcing a breath in Marlene raised her hand, hating how it trembled. She opened her mouth to say the words that would end this but they caught in her throat as Jason drew closer, and she let out a sob.

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Nasty Habit || Ted + OPEN

Ever since Andromeda was pregnant with Nymphadora ted had stop smoking, he had quit it cold turkey because his wife and daughter would be in danger and he would do anything for them, but since his attack he found that he was on edge and smoking was the only thing that subside them. He still didn’t do it in front of them, but he snook out of his room in Mungo’s to a corner where he could smoke one before heading back.

[missingmarls]

She was tired, grouchy, and really in no shape to be visiting, but Marlene found herself wandering the halls of Mugo's. She let out a little sigh, having totally forgotten the nurses directions she was hopelessly lost. It was only chance than brought her to the nook Ted had selected to smoke in. "I'll be nice and won't even give a on lecture on how horrid those are for you." 

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Pretty, bitchy, eye-catching, distracting, destructive, irresistible… you name it. And you know that every word I say is true.

[missingmarls]

Oh, you're right you are all of those things, but so am I.

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Pay attention to me? You attention will be drawn to me. That’s how irresistible I am.

[missingmarls]

Oh, Merlin. Yes, you're very pretty, we all know you're pretty. But you're also a monumental bitch. 

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You'll never break my heart, I'm just here to break a sweat || Jarlene Past Parra

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Something had happened since the last time he had tickled her like this, she filled out, the parts that were once flat were rounded, and her skin tingled on his finger tips, Her body wiggling against his, did something to the thirteen year old boy that he couldn’t control. He tickled her harder. 

"You seem to be talking just fine!" He laughed as she tried to struggle away. "I will give you 10 seconds say it or suffer the wrath of my fingers" And he stopped, holding her into place with his body, and hands, his face close to hers. Suddenly he noticed how hard he was breathing. 

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Marlene gasped in relief as his fingers stopped, her face flushed as her head fall back onto the bed, dark curls fanned out around her. She hated being tickled usually, by anyone except James but this time she really liked it. His body was close, much larger than her own, relatively strong above her. Something about the way he had her pinned, how small she felt beneath him made Marlene shiver and for a split second her eyes flicked down to his lips. 

"Can't we just call a truce?" She murmured, her modest chest heaving as she tired to catch her breath, quite a task when he was so bloody close and she could feel a great deal of his body pressed against hers. 

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Who pissed in your butterbeer, sweet cheeks? If this is the response I’m getting from you, there’s no way I’m leaving.

[missingmarls]

Fine, stay. Be my guest, just don't expect me to actually pay attention to you. 

[missingmarls]

I Might Be A Little Drunk || Marlene+ Ludo

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Ludo rubbed her arm in long strokes, hoping to sooth her a little. “I know, apparating while drunk sucks,” he said trying to pass it off as he lead her inside.

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Marlene let out a sound that was vaguely affirmative, and let her head fall onto his chest, her eyes closed as she tried to balance her small body, hopelessly dizzy, and for some reason cold, though the air wasn't too chilly. 

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I Might Be A Little Drunk || Marlene+ Open

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"I’m looking for entertainment, And I seemed to stubble upon some" 

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"Look, the way I see this, which is obviously not too clearly we've got three choices. One, you piss of. Two, we have some battle of the wits which you inevitably win because I can barely think straight. Three, you try to kill me. Or four, you present an option which I have not. One is my personal favorite, but in any case I ask you get on with it. I don't much want to sit with you longer than needed."

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Hello to you too, Marlene.

Why get drunk somewhere else when I can piss you off here?

[missingmarls]

Greetings are over rated, and if that is your only goal for the evening, it has already been achieved. So you might as well leave. 

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Finally! Weekend.

[missingmarls]

Of course you would be here. Couldn't you pick another bar to get disgustingly drunk in?

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I Might Be A Little Drunk || Marlene+ Ludo

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"Come on Marlene. You’re drunk," Ludo said trying to ignore the tug in his mind at how right she was, but she didn’t understand. She couldn’t be expected to. "Let’s get you home," he said holding her tightly as they apparated to her flat.

[missingmarls]

His words seemed to ease her mind just enough for her to turn into him, one of her slender arms wrapping around his as they disapperated. When they appeared outside her flat. She seemed a bit confused looking around and moved closer to him. 

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I Might Be A Little Drunk || Marlene+ Ludo

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Ludo pulled out his wand to apparate them, but paused when he heard her question. “Of course Mars. What is it?” he asked, hand petting her hair, trying to sooth her from her drunken state.

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Marlene sighed as her stroked her hair, the touch felt good and she almost wished for mote. "Am I crazy not to trust you? I mean I like you, a lot. I want to be your friend but Merlin I just... something about you isn't quite right, right?"

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I Might Be A Little Drunk || Marlene+ Ludo

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"Yeah, I remember where your flat is. I’m not that drunk," Ludo said with a chuckle as he walked her around the building to a safe spot to apparate. His arm was around her shoulders, and it was okay for her to lean into him. In fact she could ask for whatever she wanted right now. He’d been pushed far enough by his lord, and the task coming up he was unsure he could even do. Regret for switching sides, and guilt for what he’d done was creeping into his mind like a slow rolling fog.

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Marlene smiled softly and pressed her face against his chest, too drunk to care that she really believed this man was hiding something. He just wasn't right in some way, somehow he was hiding something, but she wasn't sure what. The lost logical answer was also the most terrifying thus she found herself lost in an attempt to seek out any other explanation. "Ludo, can I ask you something?" She murmured, voice muffled by his coat. 

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You'll never break my heart, I'm just here to break a sweat || Jarlene Past Parra

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He giggles were the best kind of torture, He kept at it, ignoring her thrashing and moving and how suddenly sheets where being kicked off, and the scene probably looked inappropriate from the outside, but he didn’t care, he enjoyed making her giggle. This was them in a nut shell, from when they were little and will be them in the future. When they were little he used to chase her till she was trapped against a tree and tag her, and even thought he never told her, she would only catch him because he wanted to be caught, because he wanted to be found, he wanted to make her laugh and giggle, not just because his mom told him it was nice, but because James Potter really would be lost with out her.

"Not until you say the magic words Mckinnon!" He laughed his fingers not stopping. "Come one now, all you have to say is James Potter is so much cooler, better and smarter then I am… better looking to. and Then I’ll stop."

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Marlene would never admit but she loved it when James tickled her. Of course it was torture too, but she liked the feel of his hands on her body, though she never really stopped to think about what that might mean. So often people asked if she fancied him, and she always said hell no, but she liked it when he touched her regardless. Often she found herself pouting when he stopped. 

Marlene found herself beneath him as his fingers teased her sides and if she hadn't been having such a hard time breathing maybe she would have noticed the rather sexual nature of this position, especially with one of her legs half hooked about it waist. "I.. c-can't talk... when y-you're t...tickling!" Marlene cried out, her words interrupted by laughter as she moved beneath him. 

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You'll never break my heart, I'm just here to break a sweat || Jarlene Past Parra

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Those damn puppy dog eyes, her and sirius had that in common, and it drove him batty, not that he wouldn’t have done anything she asked anyways, but she had to make those eyes of hers big and bright and it just made James bend over backwards. They were brown, so different then the green eyes that he had become obsessed with, but not any less powerful. She made a face and he snickered. “Weak Mckinnon” He commented and then took a sip again before putting the bottle on the floor where she or he could reach it, but so it wouldnt be seen if there mothers decided to check on them, which they never had before, but Mrs. Mckinnons alcohol ban wasnt one to be pushed. 

"Oh but how about when I can do magic out side of school and you can’t, I’ll follow you around with apperation just to annoy you." He had leaned down, hovering over her, his hand crawling to her stomach, a smirk on his face, and instead of answering her accusation with a yes, he would be, his hand met her side and he began to tickle her, like they had done so many times before. 

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Marlene wasn't a wimp when it came to drinking, but let's face it the girl was much smaller than James and a bit of a lightweight. That didn't however mean she liked being called a wimp, so she stole the bottle back, taking a large gulp before giving it back and watching him set it down. Marlene was rather dreading when he could use magic off school grounds and she could not, even if it was for a short time, it would be hell, pretty much undoubtedly. However it couldn't be any worse than the than the torture of being tickled. 

Marlene McKinnon was, though she never admitted it, ridiculously ticklish, not to mention when she was tickled the girl let out almost childish giggles which in the words of Sirius Black were "cuter than Emmeline Vance's bum." She was helpless as James' fingers danced across her sides, in a manner that would have been quite nice really if it weren't done with the exact right pressure to make her thrash about, her body pressing closer to his as she attempted to push his hands off as laughter slid from her lips, her head tilted back with dark curls tumbling down from their tie, a bit wild around her face. "Stop, stop!"

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You'll never break my heart, I'm just here to break a sweat || Jarlene Past Parra

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He rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder against hers playfully. “Oh thanks your so sweet” He hugged the bottle to his chest and looked at her. “I don’t think you deserve any of this now.” He was lying of course, because, he knew she was teasing, she was always so frustratingly good at getting under his skin and because he could never be mad at her. Sighing he took a swig from the bottle and then handed it to her. 

"You really should be nicer to me, cause I am older then you," He warned her, and then stole another sweet, enjoying the taste. "I’ll be 14 and you will still be a baby 13 year old" He mocked her. 

"Please you love me for a lot more then my firewhiskey sneaking ability, you would be lost with out me, I am the greatest thing to have happened in your life"

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Marlene let out a little laugh as her hoarded the bottle temporally, flashing him a wide eyed sweet look that earned her the bottle. If there was one thing Marlene McKinnon was good at it was puppy dog eyes. The dark haired witch looked at the Whiskey for a moment before taking a swig herself, making a face as the liquid burned it's way down her throat.

After handing back the bottle Marlene laid down across her bed, legs out stretched, emphasizing their length and head laid comfortably in his lap and she rolled her dark eyes. "I'm not a baby, and our age difference is only a couple weeks. And we'll see how you feel about it when you're thirty and I'm still in my twenties." She replied, looking up at him with a frustrated expression. She hated being thought of as some sort of little girl, especially by James. She wasn't a little kid. However he wasn't wrong about the rest, well except he wasn't the greatest thing. She would however be lost without her best mate and she did love him (firewhiskey or none) to boot. Not that she was going to admit that. "Oh, please. You're the one who would be lost."

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You'll never break my heart, I'm just here to break a sweat || Jarlene Past Parra

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Christmas day was always an event. Delicious food, that always had leftovers, presents, laughter, late nights, some of his best memories were spent at the Mckinnon home on Christmas day. He was talking about Puddelmere at that current moment, reliving the game that he had attended only days before, “You should have seen them Mars. there techniques! if only Dodger would pay attention to professional quidditch then Gryffindor would be a garentee win this year.” He stole a sweet as well popping it into his mouth and continued to talk. “I mean, I am glad Puddelmere kicked the Wasps ass into last year, but Bagman.. the man has some serious skill, and - Are you listening?” 

He knew he had a habit of talking to much and to fast when it came toe quidditch, Sirius really being the only one who could keep up, and Mars could hold her own as always, simply because that’s how James had always been, and years of friendship, had lead them to knowing how to read each other, in words, actions and even looks. And right now, she seemed… her hair was darker, the dress she was wearing looked beautiful on her skin and something in him stirred. “You seem to be zoned out” He said a little softer then talking about quidditch, A little deeper too. “Not gonna fall asleep on me Mars are you?” And with that he reached under her bed where he had stored a bottle of fire whiskey earlier. “The party is just starting”

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James had a passion for Quidditch in the same way she had a passion for annoying him. The bloke knew far too much about the sport and it always seemed to be in his mind, hiding just behind whatever conversation or thoughts were currently relevant, prepared to spring forward and out of his mouth at a moments notice. A rather nice mouth, she observed in passing as she looked up at him. "No." She said lazily in response to his first question, her face giving no sign of remorse though she was in fact listening. She knew a great deal about the sport merely from associating with him as she had a rather problematic incapability to tune him out as she so often tried to do. 

When James produced the bottle a sloe grin crossed Marlene's face and she sat up, putting the sweets aside and reaching for the glass container full of amber liquid. In her house there was a strict no drinking policy and she was in wonder of how exactly he managed to sneak the contraban in. 'I knew there was a reason I loved you, Potter." Marlene laughed, examining the whiskey.