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âOkay, so now, try it, like, without the errors.â
âI resent that,â Sturgis huffed as he rolled his eyes.Â
MERRICK OLLERTON.
âWhy the fuck not?â
âJust âcos. Spill the beans and Iâll take it up with the board.â
âNah, itâs a grand, romantic gesture and I know sheâll fucking hate and love it all at once. But thatâs just her,â Lark added assuredly as he finished explaining his master plan on how to win back Arbor McLaggen because, in his mind, they belong together. Destiny, soulmates, the whole ordeal.Â
âYeah...â Fern scowled at her nephew. âRomantic for goblins maybe, kid.â
MERRICK OLLERTON.
âAck, he was born for it, wasnât he?â Merrick lifted baby Lark up onto his feet and kissed his cheek. âWerenât you? And maybe theyâll have a special stick on for him being so brave.â
Amused by his own idea, Merrick turned to his girlfriend with eyes widened larger than life. âMerlinâs beard, Gwen, wouldnât that be the cutest fucking thing? A matching little washrag tattoo with a dragon on it?â
âHonestly?â She paused for dramatic flair. âBaby, I think thatâs the best idea youâve ever come up with and---oh!â Gwenâs eyes widened with excitement. âA proper Welsh Dragon, though. You know, maybe we can charm the temporary ones to move too.â She reached for the babyâs chunky legs and squeezed them lovingly.Â
âI think heâd quite like that. Something colorful and bouncy.âÂ
MERRICK OLLERTON.
âFerrrrrrn!â
âI need your fuckinâ owl.â
âHard no.â
MERRICK OLLERTON.
âIs too. My dad had one just like it.â Merrick readjusted Lark in his lap, bouncing him from one knee to the other with an emphasized enthusiasm orchestrated just to make the infant cry out in glee. âItâll grow with him.â He fondly swiped a finger across the babyâs cheek. âAnd right next to your dragon. I swear. I could probably have it done today, in one session.â
âOh, Merrick Jean, whatever am I going to do with you?â Gwen waltzed over to the wizard and plopped a kiss on his forehead before sitting down in front of the mewing baby and smiling brightly. âBecause I canât let you have all the fun, can I? So that means weâre all getting tattoos today.â She then touched the baby right on his nose, which caused an excited giggle.Â
âWell, except you. Weâll need you for emotional support, Lark. Can you do that for mummy and daddy?âÂ
âWhat? No---no way thatâs true.â
MARLENE MCKINNON.
âIâm going to conduct a study,â Marlene announced as she opened the door to the Hospital Wing. She gave Madam Pomfrey a short smile and paused inside the entrance, waiting for the elder witch to finish tending to her current patient. âI want to see how Beatrice giving you a proper beating correlates to the times you steal her teeth.â
âI told you, blame it on the bloody Potions cohort. Theyâre the reason Iâm yanking out that cuntâs teeth.â
MARLENE MCKINNON.
âIâm always thinking about you naked,â Marlene said without a hint of teasing or irony in her voice, despite the gleam of it in her eyes. She tugged on the waistband of Gideonâs underwear in an attempt to pull him closer.
âAnd I meant my windows. Iâd open your window.â
Despite his every intention to dress and vacate the room, Gideon found himself once again pressed against Marlene in bed. Truthfully, the regression hardly bothered him; if anything, he welcomed it. âAlways thinking about me naked? That sounds like itâs a problem,âÂ
MARLENE MCKINNON.
âNo, they donât.â Marlene giggled as she extended the trousers again. âBut I know what you look like without them, so we can just pretend.â
âWhat are the odds I can summon my skates from Number 5 without breaking any windows, do you think?â
With his knickers now on, Gideon reached for his trousers but didnât immediately jump into them. Instead, the smile returned to his face as he movd in closer to peck her lips. âThinking about me naked, are you?â Gideon attempted to wink.Â
âPlease donât, or else Fabian might murder us both. Iâm probably already on thin ice because I kicked him out for the whole weekend.âÂ
MARLENE MCKINNON.
Marleneâs eyes followed Gideonâs gaze to the table, where she was surprised to see their hands all but intertwined against the glossy wood. Surprised, yes, but still, Marlene let her hand lay still. Every line Gideon traced into her skin released a sunburst from the strange, burning thing inside of herâa happy little sunburst that sent extra warmth to the tips of her fingers and toes. She was sure, by the way that the feeling lingered, that she could repeat the pattern if he asked her to, that she could follow with her finger the warmth that remained implanted in her skin.
It wasnât until their eyes met across the table once more that Marlene felt her heart produce another jolt of concernâsomething she couldnât ignore, no matter how many sunbursts the idea of Gideon wanting her to see all of him set loose.
âDo you rememberââ A crack in Marleneâs voice gave her pause. She pulled her hand slowly away from Gideonâs, perplexed by just how cold and disappointing it felt for it to be independent again. Her hands circled her glass as she prepared to take a drink, to clear her throat with liquid courage and try again. But instead, Marlene swallowed and continued talking, her eyes on the ripples in her whisky sour as her breath broke its surface.
âYou know, when the puffapodâ When you showed me the puffapods, and the one bloomed in my hand, and I justâI cried.â Marlene laughed, remembering, fondly, the look of complete horror on Gideonâs face when she had cried over that little flower. âBecause it was this sweet and beautiful and perfect little thing. Do you remember that?â She looked up at Gideon with just as much fondness in her eyes as she had for him in that memoryâas she had for him now, really, or, though she had never admitted it aloud to herself, at any given time of the day. ââCause thatâs a little bit what I feel like right nowââ a little bit, Marlene thought, except that it was a lot bigger and more terrifying, hence the watery nature of her voice, and the fresh sheen of moisture coating her eyes ââand I donât know how else to explain it if you donât remember that.â
âOf course I remember.â Feeling awkward with his hand now resting on the table, Gideon found use by reaching for a chip. He didnât eat it, though. Rather, he dabbed it into the gooey cheese, eyes glued to the movement as the cogs in his brain turned in an attempt to process. Too much time passed as he mulled over Marleneâs words, too much silence amidst a noisy pub. Finally, his eyes shifted upward and met dark blue orbs with the hope that somehow the answer would transfer into his mind.Â
But it didnât.Â
Instead, Gideon met a blue as wild and mysterious as the deep ocean. It reminded him that so much of this witch felt foreign, equal parts homecoming and being plopped into a strange, new world. Perhaps thatâs precisely why they would never be anything more than friends, because Gideon lacked the ability to truly understand her---not like Davey could, or maybe even Gilbert did. Gideon wasnât deep nor mysterious, and he certainly didnât reside just below the surface. In reality, Freddie proved to be the only aspect of his life that remained hidden, the rest always and unapologetically being viewable for all.Â
Gideon exhaled and then bit at the bottom of his lip as he finally abandoned the now exceedingly cheesy chip. He wanted to look away, for the hullabaloo of the pub to grab his attention, but he couldnât. Instead, Gideonâs eyes remained locked on Marlene.Â
âI remember, I just---â Lips pressed together as he paused. âCan you try to explain it to me?â
MASON BOOT.
Just when Mason thought Regan couldnât surprise him any more â Regan, his best friend of two years, who he knew and cherished from head to toe just as he did his own hand â she seemed to have a punch to pull waiting up her sleeve. Regan getting booted from her living arrangement seemed only a side effect right now, a small thing compared to the nightâs main plot lines. But even so, he couldnât help but snort in reaction.
âOh, goody!â Mason said, his voice a mockery of Reganâs, bright with false cheer born out of annoyance. âGuess youâre staying with Bert and Tibbles tonight, huh?â
âUse your ears.â Regan reached for Masonâs ear lobe and tugged at it. âI moved house. No. 6 Low Street, with that roommate whose name I forget.âÂ
MARLENE MCKINNON.
If it hadnât been spite that was fueling Marlene, she might have complied. Unluckily for Gideon, that wasnât the case. Or, rather, it was. It was difficult to say when things reached this heightened level of emotion and energy. Rather than take off any article of clothing, Marlene pinned Gideonâs hands above his head, smirking as her lips hovered merely an inch above his.
âWhy donât you make me?â
With Gideonâs hands pinned above his head, he stared with hungry eyes at Marlene. Then he crashed his mouth into hers, letting his tongue taste her before biting at her bottom lip---careful, of course, but on par with the overall ferocity of this particular encounter. A wicked smile tore across his face as their lips parted once more.Â
âThen give me back my hands.âÂ
MARLENE MCKINNON.
Marlene shrugged. âHeâs alright,â she quipped with a breathy laugh. It would have made for a natural end to the conversation, a nod in one anotherâs direction as they acknowledged the way their circles overlapped. Or maybe Marlene could have made a joke about Daveyâs captainship that would have led into a friendly banter about Quidditch.
But that would have been ordinary and boringâneither of which seemed to fit any interaction Marlene had, had with Gideon thus far.
âWhy plants?â she heard herself ask instead. âIs it, like, one of those things where youâve wanted to do it your whole life? Or did you drop out of something else and kind of fall into it? I justââ Marlene shrugged again, but there was no mirth in her voice now. Her eyes shone widely and curiously. âThe only people I know who do Herbology arenât really this excited about it. Whatâs your story? With Herbology,â Marlene added quickly, âI mean.â
Gideonâs brows furrowed as his lips pressed together, practically floored by the question. People hardly asked why he opted for Herbology when the world was filled with hundreds of other daring and exciting career options. The thing was, Gideon didnât need a job with filled adventure and perpetual intrigue, not when his life would surely be filled with all sorts of memorable activities if he had any say in the matter. No, quite simply, he sought a career in something that made him truly, unbelievably happy and being asked such a question instantly brightened his demeanor.Â
âI dunno if Iâve ever properly considered something else, which I guess may be a bit daft, but Herbologyâs the only thing thatâs ever felt right, I think. The proper mix of being good at it while it still challenges you.â Gideon sighed whilst half smiling as a memory bumped into his conscious, one that instantly filled him with comfort.Â
âMy mumâs got a rose garden, always has. I remember being little and after she finished her coffee, sheâd tell me that the flowers need their cup too. Sheâd hand me this big bowl of all the grounds and things, you know, compost, and Iâd follow her out to the garden and do everything she did to a tee. Weâd do it over and over again, and I was dumbfounded seeing how theyâd grow. I mean, I was, like, five or six so anythingâs amazing at that age. But I wanted to do it myself, you know? Take this tiny seed and make it grow into something. Iâm the most impatient fucking person on this planet, but for whatever reason itâs like I found balance with tending to things, and when it went wrong, trying to figure out how the hell to save it.â Gideon shook his head and released a breathy laugh, finding humor in how dull he sounded.Â
âEveryone thinks itâs simple and boring, and I guess maybe it is, but not to me. Itâs like... Itâs its own little world of things that Iâve got to figure out and watch over. Theyâve all got these personalities, too, some stubborn as fuck, and so many bloody uses that you wouldnât be able to believe it all. I dunno why it appeals to me so much, to be honest with you. I just know that to me, Herbology feels as familiar as putting on my favorite t-shirt. I just like it, I like it a lot. âSides, itâs not all nerdy shit.â Gideon pointed to the gathering of burning trees behind Marlene.Â
âIâm growing an orchard of Fire Seed Plants this year for my independent study, and Iâd say thatâs pretty damn foxy. Probably.âÂ
MARLENE MCKINNON.
Marlene made sure the bottle was uncapped before she brought it to Gideon, though she chose instead to place it on the table rather than in his hands. She took those in her own again, strumming her fingers gently against Gideonâs skin.
âDo you want to start at the beginning?â
âI donât even know where to begin.âÂ
FABIAN PREWETT.
âYeah, Iâll throw âem in with mine.â He pointed his wand threateningly at Gideon, making wordless note of the fact that he would have to move once again if Fabian was going to get the job done. âOnce weâve gotten the food, anyway.â
âThanks, mum,â Gideon teased as he stood up from Fabianâs bed, grunting a little due to his body still feeling weary. Realizing he wanted to chat with his brother privately, without the chance of others popping in, he suggested--- âWhy donât we just eat there? Feel like all Iâve seen is this inside of my room here or at home for the past few weeks. I reckon Iâm getting a bit stir crazy.âÂ
MARLENE MCKINNON.
Marlene had a million thoughts to share on the topic, a million unfiltered words of advice that she was in no position to give. Most of them fell stale on the tip of her tongue as Gideon spoke. Maybe she would have done differently, but it was apparent that Gideon, at the very least, cared. She was affronted very suddenly with the reality of the situationâthat there were many tricky and sticky layers to the situation, far beyond the simple revelation that Gideon had fathered a child. With Hollie, Marlene remembered, wrinkling her nose.
What a proper mess, Marlene thought. She opened her mouth to investigate further. Imagination crept up on Marlene again as she wondered why Gideon was telling her this, why he was telling her now, but before any words could come out, Marlene was confronted with yet another revelation. Gideon had included her in an elite circle of people in his life, a small group of people privileged to know the most intimate details about him. Suddenly, she was no longer reacting to the fact that Gideon had a child; she was reacting to the fact that he had told her at all.
Her.
The realization drew Marleneâs eyes to Gideonâs, as something outside of her imagination crept up on her in its place. A radioactive sort of sensation, one that vibrated through her entire being with an intensity that was surprisingly foreign to Marlene McKinnon. She couldnât name it; and the longer it carried on, the more she found that she didnât want to. Though it felt as though someone had injected the sunâs rays into her veins â something pleasant and warm that felt particularly nice â there was another, very loud piece of Marlene that was screaming in protest, warning her against whatever this sensation was Gideonâs confession had elicited, as if it knew already what it was before the rest of her did. The sun could be kind and warm, sure, but the sun was also known to burn.
Marlene tried to swallow the feeling, but it didnât work. If anything, its intensity grew, as did both the instinct to fall face forward into it, and the instinct to run for the hills. But neither seemed appropriate, not before she figured out how sheâd gotten there in the first place.
âWhat are you telling me that for?â Marlene asked quietly.
Finally, as if coming up for air, Gideon realized Marlene still held his hand after looking for a band that didnât wrap around his left ring finger. A physical connection to her, something that only partially manifested the emotional tether Marlene McKinnon had around his soul. Defining it seemed impossible; it felt stronger than friendship, bolder than companionship. Gideon would be lying if he said he hadnât considered something more with this witch. Too often he caught himself wondering what her lips would taste like against his, or how she would react if he sprung from his seat, lifted her into his arms, and snogged her passionately until she begged for breath.Â
But that's not what Marlene wanted. In all his flirting, she seemed to seek nothing more than his friendship, and Gideon decided quickly that fragments of Marlene were better than nothing. Besides, they did make good friends---great friends. So much so that he confided one of the most private and personal details of his life.Â
Somehow, in the time the passed between Marleneâs question and his own fumbling thoughts, Gideon began absent-mindedly tracing the palm of her hand. Eyes fixed on his movements as he sought the best words to explain, to somehow express his inner-most desires in a way that made sense. When the words came to mind, his warm, brown eyes trained upward and met hers. On its face, his answer seemed simple.
âBecause itâs this big part of my life, and it felt weird knowing you didnât see all of me, I think.â Gideon paused but his eyes never darted elsewhere.Â
âBecause I trust you.âÂ