&. marlene.

( let me tell you the story of the girl with lightning in her touch and thunder in her veins, who clattered to this earth like a broken down star. ) marlene mckinnon. gryffindor. seventh year. quidditch chaser and co-captain.

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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( &. greta. )

It was hard enough sometimes for Greta to push people away, more content with silence around her than the nattering of people she honestly couldn’t bring herself to care about. So when people responded to her anger with anger it was easy to swallow- she hated though when she was face to face with someone who brushed it off like it was nothing. She felt her neck flush at the other girl’s nonchalance and found herself fumbling for words, “Uh-right, yeah thanks.” She mumbled and turned her arms smacking her books off of the table and at the other girl’s legs. “Fuck!” She swore, feeling guilty now for being an asshole and injuring the other girl. “You alright? I’m sorry about that.” 

Marlene had already turned back to the shelves, skimming through the titles again quicker as to not disturb the other girl anymore. “Nah, it’s no problem, just --- “ And then there’s the startling pain of the sharp book corners digging into the back of her legs,all at once, consequently causing Marlene to yelp out in alarm and take stumbled steps back into the bookshelf out of instinct. A stream of curse words left her lips in rapid succession, before she registered what actually happened. She examined the back of her legs, wincing. “Fuck’s sake,” slipped out, but Marlene’s not unreasonable. She took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m -- I’m fine. Just, like. Maybe watch what you’re doing a little.”

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( &. sirius. )

“Ah, Marly,” he sighed, grinning as she moved closer to him. “Why is it that our best friends seem to have this strange love-hate relationship that could either end in them getting married and having a baby or could end in them completely swerving the opposite direction and never even kissing, but the two of us barely spend any time together? It’s disappointing, it really is.” Sirius shifted from where he’d been moaning against the banisters, and instead leaned against Marlene’s legs. “Why don’t you come down here and work on your paper? It’ll annoy anyone going through this hall like I’ve been the past thirty minutes or so? I thought the first years were going to piss themselves because I laid out in the middle of the corridor and wouldn’t move so they had to jump over me.” Sirius scoffed a little, grinning.

“I’d sell my damn broomstick if they ever got married and having a baby,” Marlene said immediately, almost defensively. Her nose wrinkled at the thought, a sudden protectiveness of --- Who? She loved James, and she loved Lily, and she should want to be happy if the two of them ever were together, but all she felt was --- Not jealousy, anyway. She turned her attention back to the boy now using her as a prop, jiggling her leg a little. “You had me at terrorising first years. What else could I possibly want more than pissing off a castle full of people we’re living with?” She slid down the floor next to him, shoving him a little to make room for herself. Rummaging in her bag, she pulled out a piece of parchment. “Hey, you don’t have a spare quill, do you?”

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( &. lily. )

“No,” Lily mumbled, defensive again, though quietly adding, “but only because I’ll be able to brew the temperature control potion which I also memorized the directions for. Seriously, y’all laugh at the common cold, but that laughter promptly stops when your bedsheets are covered in tissues and snot. I remember the pre-magic days when all we had was Dayquil, awful chicken noodle soup, and excessive cuddling.” Admittedly, it had been nice sometimes to stay under the covers and binge watch movies and cuddle with stuffed animals, but her and Marlene didn’t need to be sick to do that. “I’m staying stocked up on potions so I never have to go back.”

Satisfied that Marlene hadn’t pushed back against her claim, the corner of Lily’s mouth tipped up in a smile. “Yeah, of course. You look over mine, too, I turned in an essay with a misspelling in the first sentence last week and I was so mortified. Lack of sleep is getting to me.”

Lacing her fingers through Marlene’s, she tugged her out of the classroom and into the hallway, enjoying the slapping sound her sneakers made on the marble. “I love cats. I want a black cat to freak Tuney out with my witchiness even more. But Filch’s thing with his cat is weird, like Mrs. Norris is at least 75% of his life, and for me that role is solidly taken by you.”

“Only kiddin’,” Marlene reassured, picking up on Lily’s defensiveness immediately. It was kind of amazing the way they knew each other. She jogged her slightly, leaning in to bump shoulders. “I’d be glad if you did --- Merlin knows we’ll need it. And colds are definitely more important right now.” She paused. “What’s Dayquil? Mum’d used to just stuff a Pepper-Up Potion down our throats and lock us in the house. She thought Dad was a bad influence by sneaking me out to the garden instead of staying in bed. But it got boring doing nothing.”

“You’re the best,” and she’s grinning at Lily, pulling a face after. “Ooh, who was it for? Was it Slughorn? Because I doubt he cares, since you’re his favourite stu-dent.” Her tone rose in the last syllable, a sing-song playful lilt added. “Let me be there when you bring a black cat home to your sister, please. Better yet --- I’ll gift you a cat, everyone wins. And, to be honest, I don’t think Mrs. Norris counts as a cat. More like a small demon.” 

Something flares in Marlene’s chest, as if she just downed a glass of Butterbeer and the warmth went straight to her heart. It’s not a revelation, knowing that she was important in Lily’s life, but it was still heartening to hear. She squeezes Lily’s hand, almost subconsciously. 

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#i want to thank not only god but jesus for this female character

Got to love Shakespeare

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She felt the muscles in her back getting tight- an unfortunate byproduct of hunching over a table for so long. But she needed to be here, the disappointed words Flitwick shared with her regarding her latest grades in her mind. She couldn’t get a T this late in the game and the idea of having anyone know she got a T was practically mortifying. So she hunkered down, face to paper until the light from the window was suddenly cast away from her by someone blocking it with their body. She squinted at the words and, irritated, gave up only seconds later. 

“Do you mind? Some of us are trying to study- and you’re seriously in the way.”

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An important thing to note about Marlene McKinnon: she’s a moderately tall girl. Standing at 5′7, her first and foremost benefit of the height is the extra advantage her long limbs give her in athletic activities, but it was always fun to lord it over others. Still, reaching up to one of the higher shelves in the library was simple enough, until someone stopped her.

“Hm?” She didn’t really register being spoken to until she turned, catching Greta’s irritated look. “Oh, my bad. Give me a sec and I’ll move out of your way.”

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LILY AND MARLENE: A MOODBOARD

“Nothing better to do than wait around for me, Evans?”

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( marlene mckinnon - w/ emma vanity ;; 3/? )

                                                  she scares the HELL out of me                                                 & calms my soul at the same time.

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( marlene mckinnon - w/ lily evans ;; 2/? )

                                                      and then my soul saw you                                                               & it kind of went,                                                            ‘ oh, there you are.                                                        i’ve been looking for you. ‘

                                                                 – iain thomas

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( &. sirius. )

“Well,” Sirius said, waving an imperious finger in the air. “Peter has class, as much as I wish he didn’t. Remus is studying somewhere and threatened to push me over the banisters if I didn’t shut up. I’m not entirely sure where James is, though in all honesty I do believe he has Quidditch practice this hour. And so that leaves me, wasting away on the floor here, left all alone to die.” Sirius’ eyes trailed up Marlene’s body, a slow grin curling across his lips. “The way I see it, Marly, we’ve got two options. You can put me out of my misery or you can keep me company, the only interesting thing that’s passed through here.”

There’s a pause for a moment, Marlene tilting her head slightly as she tried to think about this supposed Quidditch practice. For a terrified moment, she thought she had forgotten that there was practice as well, before shaking her head. “We had it this morning, had to reschedule it. I’ll bet a Galleon he’s gone to annoy Lily instead.” She’s joking, mostly, and she rolled her eyes at his next words. “Or --- better yet, I can go and finish the work I was supposed to do. Flattery’ll get you nowhere, Sirius.” It’s a bit redundant, though, as she began to move closer towards him. Fuckin’ Sirius Black.

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( &. alice. )

“I am trying to be nice.” Alice replied with a small smile, “Though I won’t lie, the thought has crossed my mind.” She had imagined herself screaming at them to shut up or otherwise forcing them to run off with the power of her prefect badge, but she was actively trying not to. Though maybe she should, the stress was starting giving her wrinkles. “Shouldn’t you be stopping me from emotionally scarring the younger students?”

Marlene wrinkled her nose, scrunching it up together ungracefully. “Eh, they’ll live if you’re not bein’ nice to them. They gotta learn somehow, right? The world’s a cruel, dark place.” She was exaggerating slightly, clutching a fist to her chest in fake agony. “Psh. That’s your job, not mine. There’s a reason Dumbledore didn’t make me a Prefect back in fifth year.”

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( &. sabra. )

A light blush appeared on her cheeks, and Sabra shook her head. “Please. If I can manage to find something that nice, even I’ll be shocked. Maybe you can help me tonight, yeah? Show you what I have, all that jazz.” She knew Marlene wouldn’t hold back on her opinions, which would be perfect if she was going to have help finding an outfit. “Hell no. Gotta have some fun around here–maybe threaten them with a bludger if I have to.” Not that that would be smart, but Sabra didn’t care when it came to hypothetical fun.

“Oh, c’mon, Sabra, you definitely know that you’re going to look stunnin’. You can wear a plastic bin bag and get away with it, I think. But sure,” Marlene added, blinking a bit at being asked to help. “I can help. We can probably rope Lily in to come up with something great.” At the thought of threatening with a Bludger, she winced. She’d been on the receiving end of Sabra’s Bludgers during Quidditch practice more than once, and she knew the damage. “Ouch. No mercy. I like it.”

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( &. lily. )

“I can handle it,” Lily said, lightly defensive, although she was very obviously avoiding the clump of dirt Marlene had flung onto the floor. Despite her reservation when it came to the mess, seeing Marlene covered dirt was infinitely preferable to seeing Marlene covered in bruises from those awful bludgers. “You sore at all from practice? Need an ice bath or something? I swear, I never should have read that ‘Quidditch through the Ages’ book, I did not need to know how many people’s limbs have needed re-attaching after playing this game.”

Lily rolled her eyes, though the gesture teemed with affection. “Oh, come on. You’re just as good at charms as me. And you can cast any spell you want to, all you need is a little focus.” Sticking her tongue out at Marlene, she quietly cast a scourgify on the bean bag chairs and the floor. “You know, I really would’ve left that if we were in the Slytherin common room or something.”

A little put out at the mention of Filch, Lily wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “Mm. I would prefer to avoid that interaction. I swear his creepy thing with the cat gets weirder every day.” She slung her book bag over her shoulder and stood up, holding out a hand to help Marlene up too, “Come on, let’s head up to the dorms. I kinda feel like a shower too.”

Marlene’s barely able to conceal her hidden smile at Lily’s fretting. She ducked her head down slightly to cover it up. It was nice for someone to care and worry about you, isn’t it? Not that her parents never did, but --- It’s just nice. Tough was one of the most used adjectives to describe Marlene, but she liked Lily’s fussing. “Nah, I’m good. I’m made of stronger stuff to be sore.” She puffed out her chest to emphasise her point. “Mostly just soaked through from the rain. And gross and dirty. No one’s limbs got torn off today. Are you disappointed because you can’t practice the Healing spells I suspect you memorised for the purpose?”

She shook her head, knowing there was no point in arguing. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Charms is way easier than Transfiguration, anyway. --- Speaking of which, would you proof-read my Transfiguration essay for me? I don’t want anything less than an E on this one.”

Grabbing her hand, Marlene did her very best to ignore the tingling feeling that occurred. She was becoming very good at ignoring these things. Fuck an E, she could get an Outstanding on it, if it were being marked. “Don’t you like cats? I thought you liked cats.”

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( &. lily. )

Alright, not the troubled soul in need of guidance that she’d been hoping for, but seeing her best friend was kind of ten times better.

“Marly, oh my god,” Lily laughed, surveying her extremely messy best friend. She worried a bit about the team, but they’d shot down her offer to crochet them all “Athletic Sweaters”, so there was little she could do but hope they didn’t get a cold. Probably she should start brewing the healing tonic in preparation. She put it on her mental to-do list. “Quidditch? Or is this the new Glossier skincare routine?”

Lily rolled her eyes, but not without affection, that affection only emphasized as she got up and dragged her bean-bag chair closer to Marly’s. Transfiguring a nearby notebook into a towel (maybe just to show off a bit) and hitting it with an augamenti charm, she handed the finished product to her best friend. “Just the face. For me. You look like a swamp monster, and you know how deathly afraid I am of swamp monsters.”

“Can’t handle a little dirt, Lil?” Marlene replied with a chuckle, accepting the towel and beginning to scrub herself down. She pulled a face when she saw how filthy it became quickly. “Anything for you-ooooh.” There’s a happy lilt to her voice, carefree and warm and relaxing, and it’s her probably her favourite feeling right now; seeing Lily tended to do that. Whilst not the most prickly in the school, it was no secret that Marlene was more than just a little guarded with her affection, but Lily had always earned it from the moment she smiled at her in their first year.

Marlene reached into her own bag to pull out her wand and pointed it at the stained towel. Before she cast the spell, she cocked her head to the side, sticking out her tongue at Lily. “If this doesn’t work, you suck. Not everyone can be perfect at spells. Scourgify.” To her immense relief, her wand began siphoning the dirt, and Marlene resumed wiping the rest of her face, rubbing behind her ears.

“Quidditch. I don’t just roll around in mud for fun, y’know. --- And I was on my way to go shower before you stopped me. You can vouch for me when Filch inevitably comes around to sniff out who made mud tracks around the castle.”

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Texts ||

James: Wait, that was serious???

James: Yeah, that's not happening

Marlene: do u think i forcefeed longbottom green beans at dinner for FUN

Marlene: ur a terrible example honestly

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While holding office hours wasn’t expressly in the job description of Head Girl, Lily Evans was an above and beyond kind of gal. 

Plus, there were many benefits to hosting them in the muggle studies classroom. She loved slouching in the bean bag chairs, reading the back-issues of Highlights their professor kept for the first years, and doodling silly pictures she could stick on the walls later. It was just a relaxing space, and it had the added benefit of forcing blood purists to acknowledge muggle studies existed if they had some bone to pick with the Head Girl. None of them had deigned to make the trip today, though. In fact it had been a relatively slow few hours, and while she appreciated the homework time, it didn’t feel right to not check in with at least one member of the student body.

“Hey,” she called out, directing it at a passerby walking past the half open classroom door, “if you’re not busy or on your way to something, wanna hang out for a minute? I have chocolate frogs.”

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October weather wasn’t great, but it wasn’t like Marlene had particularly noticed. Or, that is, she’d noticed, and just not cared. She and James were serious about all this Quidditch stuff. Practices during crappy weather, like a patchy downpour, had no effect. Marlene, of course, was very much used to it, and her eye was always on winning and doing the best they could, regardless of whether there was rain in her eye or the sky was startlingly clear. 

But she really wasn’t banking on dive-bombing to the ground over a Quaffle. She’d liked to think that her flying technique was consistent, but never being a complete surprise at a risky move now and then. When one of the other Chasers fumbled with the Quaffle, she’d dived headfirst down after it, and consequently rolled onto the ground. Not hurt, but completely and utterly dirty. Probably why Lily didn’t recognise her passing by. 

“Well, I can’t turn down chocolate frogs,” Marlene teased, backtracking immediately at the sound of her best friend’s voice and entering the classroom. She absent-mindedly picked off a clump of mud stuck to her cheek. “Nothing better to do than wait around for me, Evans?” With a grin, she threw herself down onto a nearby beanbag, not bothering about the mess.