FULL NAME & MEANINGS : Marlene Edith McKinnon
It’s a formal sort of name, not the sort you would pick for a wild child, but her parents never did expect to have a daughter like that. No one could ever really expect Marlene, because before you met her, you could never imagine a girl like that, but once you know her, you sure as hell won’t be forgetting her. That name has been rattling around the Highlands for years. Marlene McKinnon, ruddy trouble maker, ‘at one. What’s she been up to this time around?
MARLENE ➢ english origin; star of the sea or woman from magdala
It was her Gran’s name, on her father’s side, who does the name justice. She always did love the sea, said any true Scots woman had to, you ain’t met a woman more dedicated to that country. She’s nothing like her granddaughter, but she’s just as ruddy tough. Woman like that can’t seem to die, no matter how many times she comes close, but she she never did make as much of a point of knocking on Heaven’s door as the younger Marlene. Eric McKinnon, Marlene’s father, loves his Ma, she’s the one who helped him get his whole bloody life ironed out, not to mention the one who convinced him to marry Talia, his ex-wife and the mother of his children. Talia didn’t want her daughter to have any second hand name, but she allowed it for the ancient magic it carried, magic that would run thick in her daughter’s veins. Oh, McKinnon women have been named Marlene for as long as they’ve had magic. Talia knew the stories and she wanted names for her daughter that whispered of the land with these torn cliffs she was was conceived in; of the land housing mysteries and folk tales, the land of moores and mist. She didn’t look like the girl anyone would think of when they first heard the name Marlene, and she wasn’t what her mum or pop imagined when they picked out such a lovely, old fashioned name. They expected a soft daughter, but they got one with hard fists and a harder head, and deep down they both loved her. Marlene’s mother was pleased, she had a wild nature too, but her father, like most men, could never really under stand her.
It’s not rare for someone to call her by her first name, but most anyone who knows her has come up with some nick name. Marls, Marl, Mar, Marly, even Mary once or twice, or of course McKinnon. She’s not picky about it all, though when blokes try something like McKitten, they’re gonna be getting a knock on the head, or between the legs. In fact anycute name ain’t advisable.
EDITH ➢ old english origin: a compound of the words meaning blessed and war.
In her Mum’s family, middle names were a strange tradition. Everyone had one, but none of them mattered much. They were all picked from an old book full of names. The mother was meant to flip it open, and pick a name from the page at random, but Marlene has always had a sneaking suspicion that’s not quite how it happened. Edith wasn’t a pretty name, and it wasn’t the sort her Mum would really love, but the meaning was just the sort that she would like. Ever since Marlene was born her mother reminded the witch how important it was to count her blessings, every night. She wasn’t religious, in fact, she never once took Marlene into a church, but she did believe in the power of the universe. What goes about, comes about, my girl, you best remember that in this world. And Marlene did remember, she remembered every time she picked a fight, and every time she gave someone a kiss.
MCKINNON ➢ scottish origin: traditional family name, coming from the gaelic word for love. it has been translated as ‘fair born’ or ‘fair son’ as well as ‘son of the beloved one’.
The House of McKinnon was old, older than most, older than Black, older than Malfoy but it didn’t have their power. McKinnons were pure, but they was never distinguished. The name McKinnon came with dirt under the nails and rough hand, cool eyes and win whipped hair, thick Scottish accent and magic, deep magic, magic rooted in the waves and buried in the rocks. They had potent magic, but they weren’t like any of the Houses of Power. They weren’t interested in being either. They were the folk with rough ways up in the highlands, the witches who stood at the crest of the hill, dark hair whipping in the wind, and whispering their curses. They were the men who lived on the shore, the ones with dark eyes who used magic to mend their fishing nets. The McKinnons were rumored to be descended from the mad Witch Queen of Scotland who inspire Lady Macbeth.
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