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MARLENE + ISABELLA: HONEY & PEACHES
Your true friends are the people who make you want to be a better person. Not just because of the person they are, but because of the person they believe you can be.
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eriszabini:
“Well, are you gonna dance with me or not?”
“As delightful as it sounds, I’m not nearly drunk enough. I’m gonna need about ten more cups of this weak stuff.”
icecreamqueenaf:
“What? No, I wasn’t scared. Not at all.” Alice laughed.
“No need to get all jumpy, mate. It’s just a jinx. The jack-in-the-box jumps out every time it suspects someone’s trying to spike the drinks.” Marlene smirked. “They’re getting clever, they are.”
arthur-headofmmao:
Arthur couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him at her response. “Daisies, really? Funnily enough, I didn’t see any out this way.” He knew he should probably be lecturing her about being out this late, especially with everything that had been going on. But, he wasn’t one of her professors and he remembered what it was like to sneak out of the castle. Though, he had never done it alone, having always had either his friends or Molly with him. He could sniff out the scent of liquor on her breath as she spoke and he sighed, “C’mon, we need to get you some water before you get back up to the castle.” He extended his arm for her to take. “I’ll get my butterbeer while you have some water or coffee.”
Her eyebrows furrowed as if she was genuinely confused. “Whaaaaaat,” she drew out the word in a high pitched voice, “I could’ve sworn I saw some right through here, growing next to that bar stool. That’s the only reason I was even over there.” Her voice seemed serious but her glazed over expression & all too pleased with herself smirk said otherwise. Brown eyes glancing down at his arm slowly, she pouted. “I’m fine. It takes a lot more than that to get me trashed. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” But as she tried to move along, she stumbled on her own two feet & had to shoot her arms out to balance herself. Instinctively reaching for his outstretched arm, Marlene cleared her throat. “Y’know, actually, water don’t sound too bad.”
One Week Later | Marlene and Remus
moony-aconite:
The chestnut-haired boy flinched initially at her touch, pulling back. It wasn’t from pain, but just the opposite; after a moon he craved physical touch and warmth, and Marlene was both of those things which made her hand a perfect conductor, like the end of a live wire against his skin. He regretted his instinct to pull away immediately, wanting to fall into her arms and just let himself feel something for once.
Running the limited options through his head, he went down each path. Of course he trusted Marlene -that wasn’t the problem- with his secret and his life, and his secret life. He was certain that telling her would ease things for him and probably put her at ease as well. But there was a percentage chance that she wouldn’t want anything to do with him. Remus wouldn’t blame her. He didn’t want anything to do with it, either. Why would he put this burden on anyone else?
“Would it-” Remus began, wringing out his hands that ached, the joints popping like kernels over aflame “would it be too much to ask of you to just be here for me, actually? I-I really like your company,” He sat down with his back against the tree, partially to put them both at a grounded level, and partially because his knees were giving out. Physically he wasn’t prepared for any of this. He paused, bit his lip and forced himself to make eye contact with her. “I really like you, Marlene.”
The only barrier between his shoulder blades and the bark was his sweater, the skin too thin and the lack of muscle tone unnerving. He shifted uncomfortably, settling on favoring his right side. “I want you to know that. And I want you to know, if you don’t want to see me again after I tell you the truth I understand completely. I don’t want the truth either.”
Her eyes instantly softened at his request. It was so simple but just the slightest reassurance that he did want her around had a way of easing her nervousness. Shaking her head as she mumbled a small, “Of course not,” Marlene soon followed his lead in sliding down the tree. She tucked her legs into her chest & rested her arms on top of her knees.
The delicate sentence: “I really like you, Marlene” was enough to make her blush. With warm cheeks, she tried her best to wipe the ever-growing smile off her face. But it was hard not to smile. The same way it was hard to keep herself from reaching out & placing a hand on his arm. But she tried her best. Having seen his reaction to her touch before, she didn’t want to hurt him or make him uncomfortable. So she settled for sitting close enough that their shoulders could gently brush against each other if she shifted.
“Hey,” she called, turning her head to look at him with sincerity in her eyes, “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m here as long as you want me to be. Because I like you a lot, Remus, & I said I wanted to get to know you better. That should mean the good, the bad, & the ugly.” She offered him her best reassuring smile.
“There’s nothing you can say that will could make me think less of you, if that’s what you’re so worried about. I’m already pretty convinced you’re one of the top five best people that I know. & because of that I intend to stick by you for a long while. If you don’t mind, that is.” She was hoping that the more she showered him with the kind truth then the more at ease he would be. Because at the moment he seemed so unsure. So distraught by the idea of telling her whatever he needed to say. & it wasn’t a good look for him in her eyes. She wanted to bring out the cool, calm, & collected boy she knew he could be.
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Marlene & Narcissa originally met when they were kids ( around eight maybe ? ) at a Pureblood Ball
It was the type of thing that Marlene hated because the room was large but always seemed packed full with old people who smelled of expensive wine & strong perfume
Plus she had to wear a dress that was much too floofy for her liking. Her little legs stumbled in her kitten heels & she wouldn’t stop fussing with her hair, which she was not used to having fall in her face in stiff ringlets
Narcissa on the other hand looked like a dream in her cute flowy dress, walking with elegant poise like a toddler in a tiara. She wore a soft smile instead of a disgusted grimace & spoke in a gentle voice instead of an irritated whisper-shout
Although they were both born into that lifestyle, it was obvious that one of them was born for it & the other was not
They were forced to mingle with each other & the other pureblood children while the adults discussed “business” ( which is just a nice way of saying gossiping & gloating about their latest accomplishments )
Marlene had stuck by her sister’s side for most of the night, whispering silly things in each other’s ears, & Narcissa stuck with her own
But at one point they had crossed paths while Marlene was trying to sneak creme puffs into the skirt of her dress & Narcissa caught her
“You know you don’t have to take those. They’re complimentary.”
“Yeah but it’s way more fun to steal them.”
“You’re not stealing if they’re free for the guest.”
“I’m sneaking them away aren’t I? It’s basically stealing.”
“No it’s not-”
Marlene then tried to stuff a creme puff in Narcissa’s mouth just to get her to stop talking
It was obviously a great first impression & the reason they’re such great friends til this day
Isabella Nott & Marlene McKinnon
It’s not the length of time we knew someone that makes them so special. It’s what they brought into our lives.
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MARLENE’S COSTUME FOR THE HALLOWEEN PARTY
Marlene wanted to be an icon for Halloween. Deciding to pull inspiration from the music genius with a groovy fashion sense, she threw together this look in honor of none other than John Lennon. She even made a sign that said “All You Need is Love” that she planned to carry around all night. ( But if anyone asks: no he’s not her favorite Beatle. It’s obviously Ringo )
eriszabini:
“Good, i don’t think my heart could handle another heartbreak.” She said dramatically
“Breaking hearts is an unfortunate side effect to being as utter irresistible as myself, I’m afraid. I’ll have to try & tone it down. For your sake of course.”
One Week Later | Marlene and Remus
moony-aconite:
“You’re already scared,” Remus repeated to himself, knitting his eyebrows together as the physical aching was dulled by an internal breaking; if it were audible, it would be the sound of an overheated light bulb exploding -complete with the pop as the air burst from his chest-in the form of a disbelieved scoff. Shards of his emotions To bring comfort to him mind his hands wandered, both of them, to his head, rubbing his palms over his forehead and fingers through his tresses of muddy colored locks that were just barely passing for hair and not a mop. He couldn’t ground himself and a thousand panicked thoughts ran through his head as he struggled to grasp her words.
Of course she’s scared, he thought to himself, she’s only human. Remus understood where she was coming from, and he himself was scared too and probably always would be. So he wasn’t quite sure why he felt so -offended wasn’t the right word- maybe -disappointed wasn’t right either- stunned? Marlene had no idea what to be afraid of, and was already verbally expressing her discomfort. This solidified the idea that she could never know, and that the arrangement would never work out. No arrangement, friendship -curse that he had ever wished for anything more- or else-wise, could possibly work.
“Marlene…” He started, but then immediately stopped to bite his tongue in a literal and metaphorical way. His brain was pushing him to cut ties before things got out of hand, and his heart was nonexistent, but a small, mustard-seed sized pang of (Guilt, maybe? At this point, Remus had no idea how to word the feelings that circulated his mind and body like a hurricane) something pushed him to be kind. “I appreciate your being honest. And feel like I owe you the same honesty.
“In all honesty I did do this to myself. And maybe that’s something more fearsome than someone hurting me to you. It should be, to know that I can do this much damage-” Remus laughed inappropriately “-and I don’t know if you want it to get more honest than that.”
Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, Marlene shuffled in her place. Her weight shifting from one foot to the other. She was still finding it difficult to explain herself & the hoard of thoughts running through her head. Perhaps because they didn’t quite make sense to even herself at the moment. But she found herself scrambling for words. Something to save herself from being completely turned down, maybe. But ultimately she didn’t think there was any way of helping that. At least, if he was going to turn away from her & keep all the unsaid to himself, things would go down on a good note.
“No, it’s not- I’m not- You, like, as a person don’t scare me,” she tried to express, arms flying from their previously uncrossed position to bounce against her sides. A near pout gracing her lips. “It kind of... makes me sad to know you did this to yourself.” She couldn’t help it. Without thinking much of it, she had reached out to gently hover over one of his newest looking wounds, not quite wanting to hurt him by touching it but also sort of testing to see if he was in as much pain as he looked. Then she retracted her hand & looked down at it. “& I can’t really imagine you hurting anyone,” she mumbled. Then she shrugged before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, bracing herself. “But apparently there’s a lot more about you that I don’t know than I thought.”
“That’s the scary thing. The not knowing. There’s obviously something you’re not telling me, which worries me. There’s obviously a reason you’re not telling me, which worries me but I get it. There’s the fact that I don’t know if I even have... a right to be so worried about you.” She huffed softly. “There’s the fact that I feel all these things & don’t know how you feel.” Still not bearing to look up at him, she played with her nimble fingers out of nervousness. “So, yeah, I want you to be honest with me. So I know how to gauge this. If there’s something I can do... or if you just want me to leave you alone. I’ll understand either way.”
She hadn’t felt this emotionally vulnerable or confused in a long while & everything about it was reminding her why she hated catching feelings for people. Never had it worked out in her favor. A part of her was convinced it was her own fault, falling willingly every time. Being naive that something good would come out of it. Just this once. She should’ve known better.
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“My day is not sad. And if you think you’re the most exciting thing in it, then I’m sorry to say that you’re sadly mistaken.”
“I’m sorry, I just can’t take you seriously. I don’t think there’s an ‘exciting’ bone in your body. Hence why you’re always looking to rile someone up, prove them wrong, assert your dominance. It gets your wee little heart pumping. ‘Sides, when have you ever had legitimate fun ever?”
alcto-crrw:
When Marlene began to laugh, Alecto turned her head to glare at the Gryffindor girl. “Like your story is so much better,” she snapped, before rolling her eyes. “No. Sort of. It’s a lot more complicated than someone like you would think,” she turned her glass around in her hand as she spoke. After a pause, she tossed her hair and looked back at Marlene. “So? Give me the name of whoever it is that sent you here.”
Her hands left their position encircled around her glass to hang in the air in a surrendering position. “I mean no harm. s’just funny s’all. Fucking Sirius.” She tried not to chuckle as she said it but she couldn’t help it. The firewhiskey & the irony was starting to get to her head. “Someone like me eh? Is that a remark about my house, family name, or emotional capacity? I can’t tell,” she replied sarcastically. Turning her attention back to her glass, Marlene shook her head. Because she was a big believer in fairness, she found herself opening her mouth to reply with an internal groan. “Remus.” She didn’t like this. Saying this outloud made them so much more real than when she was just going over it in her head.
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“Did you hit him? At least?” Dorcas roared with laughter, throwing her head back and spitting the paintbrush from her ruby lips. Her long, delicate fingers combed her hair back and she styled it into a messy bun with a charmed rubber band designed to stay in place. “look at you, being charitable. The Marles I fell in love with…” Her voice cooed sarcastically as she rolled her feline shoulders and bit her lower lip, before furrowing her brow and realizing who she was talking about. “Is it that girl, Sarah? She cries about everything, don’t even take it to heart. I know how you get all mushy about everything.”
It had been a few days since she’d seen Marlene outside of practice, where she was coarse as a starfish, rigid and unwavering. She understood, of course, that being an upperclassman of sorts came with its responsibilities -which Dorcas ignored purposefully- and that she had to be unyielding at times…but this year, for whatever reason, made her best friend more tense than all the years combined. Dorcas relied on Marlene to be the one to bring on the fun and help her let loose; the one who liked to fall in love, to be held and coddled with a ring on her finger. Out of all the girls, Marlene was the second one of them destined to be married out of school -the first being Lily, who was too maternal not to be wed- and this year changed that a bit. Marlene did well on her OWLs and could realistically get any job she wanted once school was out, so Dorcas, who had done alright herself, didn’t understand the sense of urgency. Boy pawned after Marlene and her soft disposition and rough front, like she was a game or a prize to be won.
“If I see it, I’ll let you know,” She shrugged, grabbing at her brush and continuing her work. Dorcas was never subtle, or even attempted at being coy, so she gave her word and eventually she would search for the lost object, even if it was with minimal effort. Truthfully, she continued, “but I hadn’t planned on getting up anytime soon. It’s the only day we haven’t had practice, Marley. Sit down and paint with me.”
Marlene rolled her eyes. Not at Dorcas & her harmless question, but at the fact that her previous plans had been foiled. “No. Didn’t get the chance. I’ll definitely get him next time he spends a few seconds too long looking at my chest rather than my eyes.” She chuckled at the idea though. It wasn’t like that sort of attention was new to her. But she believed there was a difference between respectful admiring & distasteful undressing someone with your eyes. & she’d brought it upon herself to teach the boy the difference as well. “It’s nice to know that after all these years I can still do things that make you fall in love with me all over again,” Marlene joked along, clasping her hands together & looking at Dorcas as if she might swoon before chuckling.
She did want to reject that comment, however. She did not get ‘all mushy about everything’. She just... had a lot of feelings, about a lot of things, & being the passionate person that she was meant that when she felt things she felt them to an extreme. When she did things she did it with her entire being, heart & soul. Instead of saying any of this though, Marlene simply shook her head & shrugged her shoulders. “You know how I can’t handle crying people. I’d probably give them my right arm if it meant that they’d stop. & that’s my good swinging arm so you know it’s serious.” The corners of her lips upturned slightly at her own quip.
The inexplicable girl was all too aware that she had been spending more time drawn into herself than doing much of anything else. Usually she would be the liveliest person in any room, laughing with friends, telling ridiculous stories, suggesting more ridiculous things for everyone to do in order to make better stories. That was Marlene’s thing. But as of late she was blowing off her friends with half-arsed excuses & disappearing for hours on end. It’s not that she didn’t want to hang out with them. They were her favorite people in the entire world. & if she was being honest with herself, she was almost certain that if she just talked to them they’d make her feel much better than lonely walks filled with overthinking & drinking to not feel anything could ever do. But Marlene was the type who liked to help others, she didn’t know how to ask for help from others. Maybe it was her own damn pride’s fault. Not allowing herself to admit that there was a problem she couldn’t handle herself.
Looking at how peaceful & elegantly poised Doe seemed while painting, Marlene couldn’t help but be drawn in. Somehow her beautiful brunette best friend had maintained her same fun loving self despite everything, a fact that a part of Marlene envied, & maybe this was why. The less elegant brunette wasn’t much of an artist herself but she was willing to give it a try if it meant that she might get some peace of mind & spend a little more time with her friend. “I dunno. I retired my painting career after my big ‘Rose Period’. Which was nothing like Picasso’s & called so because I painted an entire room back home ‘rose’. Pissed off mum & dad, but I still say that it brings the whole room together quite nicely.” Marlene smirked as she moved to sit down in front of Dorcas. “But maybe I could dabble in my old ways. Maybe.”
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One Week Later | Marlene and Remus
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“I am, really Marlene,” Remus tried to comfort her with a nervous laughter and a softer smile, the vulnerability in his eyes shifting from uncomfortable to reassuring in a split second. She was something that was triggering to him in a positive way, making him better every second, at least on the outside. “I believe that, you know. That you’d beat up anyone within an arm’s length of your friends regardless of how dangerous they were. Any of them, even me. But there’s no one to punish for this except for-”
He paused, thinking of how to continue the sentence. It was different with Marlene; the lot of his friends found out through hard work and determination, a lot of sneaking around and illegal spells. Remus respected that in a sense, and that they were willing to work with him in a sense. But Marlene? It was completely another scenario. A feeling came over him -a sense of protectiveness maybe- came over him as he thought about telling her, or letting her find out on her own. There was so much at stake just letting her know, and even more if her were admit it to her.
When he was at his worst, he liked to think about an unattainable future with Marlene. His broken fingers in her long, glossy hair, her soft face in the crook of his bony arm, wrapping himself tightly around her like a second skin, shielding her from harm’s way. His future could never be that, but he insulated the unlikely scenario with his heart, and decided to keep it under wraps.
“-Me, I guess.” He wasn’t lying, not in any way. There really was no one to blame for his scars except for himself. “I did this to myself. So if you want to beat me up, I mean, be my guest. If you can add another dent into me by the power of Merlin, I’m all yours.”
Under different circumstances, the sound of his laughter & the sight of his smile would’ve sent her heart aflutter, bringing a gentle pink hue to her cheeks. This time she had to remind herself that nothing about this was okay as to not fall for his soft hazel orbs & the upturn of his pink lips. She almost felt satisfied when he mentioned that he believed she would fight for her friends. Because she would in a heartbeat. The loyalty she felt to the people she loved knew no bounds. It didn’t matter if she would be putting herself in harms way. That would never be an issue to her.
She waited somewhat anxiously for him to finish his sentence, egging him on with her eyes. Why he was so hesitant to explain things to her was something she didn’t understand. What could possibly be so bad? Or did he just not trust her? Marlene had been under the impression that they were friends. Maybe, nearly, someday more. & her definition of friendship involved trusting each other with anything & everything, knowing the other wouldn’t be one to judge. But now she was starting to think that maybe Remus had a different definition for them. Maybe he didn’t want to be that close with her after all. She’d never admit how much that idea saddened her.
With furrowed brows, Marlene sent a bewildered look up in his direction. Nothing he was saying made any sense to her. How could he have done this to himself? Why would he ever do that? “What? Remus- No, I’m not going to beat you up, bloody hell.” She let out an exasperated sigh, shrugging her shoulders a bit. “I could never hurt you, that would kill me. I just-” She groaned, eyes turning towards the sky as she tilted her head back to curse whoever was up there for making this so difficult for her. Communicating feelings with words was never her strong point. She typically just left them to be said through her actions or avoided the feelings all together. But something about Remus, from the way he looked at her to the way he was so strong yet fragile at the same time, made her want to at least try.
“You’re scaring me,” she confessed, eyes now trained on a particular hole in his top near his collar instead of his eyes. “Y-You disappeared out of nowhere & I was worried. Now you show up again looking like this & I’m still worried. Your terribly vague explanations aren’t helping much & I just- I want you talk to me. Honestly.” Her brown eyes flickered up to almost plead with him. “You can tell me things, y’know. Because I do care about you. But... I get if you don’t... y’know... & I don’t want to, I dunno, overstep or anything...” Then she was suddenly feeling insecure with her ramblings & felt herself shrinking into her person, preparing herself for the oncoming rejection.
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He watched her as he was dragged along. If he wanted to he could easily get out of her grip, but more often than not Marlene had something amusing in mind and he liked being apart of it lest he be the one on the receiving end of the scheme. “I am bad, I don’t have to try.” Amycus didn’t pout, “after all I don’t always do what father says.” As if that was much of a defense and if his father ever did find out, “I could get used to being flaunted, I’m very flaunt worthy, I mean have you seen me?” He preened at the thought of the attention, then he snorted at Marlene’s defense, “I suppose I have to give him credit for not falling off the broom any more.” Amycus raised an eyebrow, “again, why are you so concerned about me? I have entertained your theories, I still talk to you don’t I?”
“Ooooh, what a rebel you are. Not listening to Daddy Dearest. Next thing you know you’ll be skipping class to knick cigarettes from shops & day drink & then inevitably spiral into a destructive, criminal lifestyle. All because you had to prove you were a ‘bad boy’.” Her ideas were meant to be far fetched & utterly ridiculous but that didn’t mean there was never a grain of truth to them. Marlene rolled her eyes & chuckled. “You’re alright, I suppose. Not really my type. But alright nonetheless.” She shook her head. “See? Improvement.” A scoff that nearly sounded offended came out of her mouth. “Half of the reason is because I think you’re full of it & am determined to prove it. The other half is because you let me bug you & exploit your good arm & decent aim,” she spoke nonchalantly, not getting into any terrible specific reasons, mostly just ones to sound funny. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy my company. Who else would pay this much attention to you?”
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“If you want to,” Cas replied, “I don’t want to keep you if you’re doing anythign important.”
With a shake of her head, Marlene inched closer to the girl before plopping down in the space next to her. “Nah. ‘Sides, sitting in an empty corridor with an upperclassmen I’m not all that familiar with is probably the most exciting thing that’s going to happen to me anytime soon. Might as well bask in it.” She tried to keep her voice light & friendly.
