#d:marlene

[fortescalice-blog]

“We have a problem,” Alice started, breaking the silence between them after what felt like hours of debating it in her head. “More specifically, I have a problem, but typically my problems become your problems, so we have a problem.” She stopped, tearing her gaze away from the Potions book that seemed like gibberish to look at Marlene hopefully. “Feel like bashing some sense into my brain?”

[vindicem-mary]

TOMBSTONE

Mary hadn’t spoke to anyone since it had happened. She’d hardly even looked at anyone at the funeral. She could hear Molly sniffling one row behind, and Dorcas had reached for her for either strength or support, but Mary ripped her hand away. Eventually, people had stopped checking in. They had lost members before, but this one was different. This was Marlene. 

A cold wind sipped around the nearly empty graveyard. Mary had read the words at the funeral, but even now, staring at them for ten minutes, she couldn’t believe them. She didn’t want to admit that the marble stone did Marlene justice. 

                                                     A loyal and loved friend. 

That didn’t do her justice, Marlene was so much more than that. She was bright and cheery, misunderstood but honest. Marlene was so much more than just a friend, she was a lifeline, and without her Mary could feel herself quickly sinking. 

"Why didn’t you just fucking leave?" Her tone was low and short, and she half expected - or wished, that she’s here Marlene laugh behind her. "Why didn’t you get the hell out of here when you said you would? You should have left with that quirky little red head from your bar and you guys could have listened to your shitty music and drank your shitty beer." She waited for Marlene to answer, but she never did. Mary frowned. She knew why Marlene stayed. She stayed for Molly and Dorcas, and for Arthur and James and Lily. Marlene stayed for Mary. 

Marlene had always been there for Mary, since the day they were sorted together. Her infectious smile made Mary laugh, even through her nerves. Marlene was her first friend, had quickly become her best friend, they’d been through everything together. Now Mary would have to face it all alone. She would put on a strong facade as she always did, something Marlene always had a talent of seeing right through. Mary would hold her head high, fight back the tears, and pretend that she wasn’t completely lost. 

Marlene had always been there for Mary, since the day they were sorted together. Her infectious smile made Mary laugh, even through her nerves. Marlene was her first friend, had quickly become her best friend, they’d been through everything together. Now Mary would have to face it all alone. She would put on a strong facade as she always did, something Marlene always had a talent of seeing right through. Mary would hold her head high, fight back the tears, and pretend that she wasn’t completely lost. 

The chill encircled Mary, and she tugged her jacket tighter, eyes shifting from Marlene to Marcus and back again. The McKinnon family had come to an end, and Mary couldn’t help but feel like it was her own family who was now six feet below the ground. A once prominent Pureblood family who had practically taken a small muggleborn into their home for dinners and holidays and galas where Mary was completely out of place. Yet most of her childhood was spent being pulled forward by Marcus and Marlene. Now who would push Mary forward when she didn’t have the courage? Her throat tightened and her vision blurred, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks, but Mary refused. Marlene wouldn’t want her to cry, she would want her to be strong, and Mary at least owed her that. 

[littledoeinthemeadowes]

The more people you love, the weaker you are. You'll do things for them you shouldn't do. You'll act a dangerous fool to keep them happy, to keep them safe.

She had no sense in that particular moment. No sense of where she was, who she was, or when she was — just the finality of what she had become.

Flashes of color illuminated the sky, and for a brief moment it reminded her of Christmas at Hogwarts. The reds and greens which ricocheted offered a morbid peace and comfort. The cries of her colleagues grew distant, a bloody comrade in her arms.

"Dorcas, we have to keep moving, come on!" a voice cried, and she simply shook her head in utter disgust and felt that familiar lump in her throat.

"I'm not leaving her."

There was no point in telling the girl in her arms that it would be okay. That if she could just hold on for a few more minutes that maybe, just maybe there was a chance.

There was no chance. It was over.

As a small groan escaped the bloody lips of Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas raised her shaking hand to wipe the tears which fell down her cheek.

"Don't leave me."

In an attempt to raise her lips in a reassuring smile, she choked back a tiny sob  — the force took everything in her, allowing her barriers to crumble to the ground. A strange mixture of a sob and a scream erupted from her lungs, a weight was lifting off, but she wasn't feeling any better. The tears kept flowing, the sobs got louder. She brought her hand up to her face and buried herself within them, sinking deeper onto the ground.

Dorcas cried into the darkness, hoping it would s w a l l o w her up.

But she was still there.

She took one hand from her face and gave the ground a light punch.

               Then again.

                  And again.

                     Over and over.

"Doe ..." Marlene winced, and Dorcas opened her tear-swollen eyes.

"It's okay," she smiled, her own teardrop falling onto the dirty face below her. Her aching hand pulled Marlene's body closer, placing a kiss to her forehead before meeting it with her own. Their noses were touching, and Dorcas felt her leave.

"I love you," she frantically breathed, hating herself for not saying it sooner. For now Marlene McKinnon was simply a corpse of the only spirit that had ever matched her own. She lifted her hand, bones offset and blood trickling from her knuckles, and swept her fingertips downwards to close the eyelids of a fallen soldier. 

[rlupin-rp-blog]

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Drabble: Hug Me

Remus estava sentado nervoso à mesa da Grifinória no Salão Principal. Era o ultimo dia de aulas do seu sexto ano e o resultado da Taça das Casas sairia em breve. Todos os seus amigos estavam sentados próximos um dos outros, alguns de mãos dadas, como se passassem boa energia um para o outro. Logo ao seu lado estava Marlene, que segurava a mão de Lily, que segurava a de Dorcas, que segurava a de Mary, que estava do outro lado da mesa. Resumindo, havia um grande emaranhado de mãos naquela parte da mesa dos grifinos. Quando mais Dumbledore demorava em seus discurso, mais Remus sentia que daria tudo errado. Os marotos haviam pegado pesados nas pegadinhas naquele ano e aquilo provavelmente teria atrapalhado o desenvolvimento de sua casa. Sentiu a mão de Marlene segurar a sua e a apertou com força, juntando-se à corrente. Olhou para Sirius que parecia estar tendo o mesmo pensamento que ele. “Não devíamos ter colocado Madame Nor-r-ra em um dos galhos do Salgueiro Lutador. Filch havia ficado irado!” ,ele pensou. E então, de repente, as bandeiras da escola tornaram-se vermelhas e todos à sua mesa levantaram-se, comemorando a vitória. – Maaaarls! – ele gritou olhando para a menina que pulava a sua frente. Baixando-se para ficar da altura da menina, Remus segurou-a pela cintura e a abraçou, levantando e girando com a menina em seus braços. Eles haviam ganho a Taça das Casas! 

[theclaw-ted-tonks]

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"Marlene’s one of my best friends, I guess. Most people don’t like to put up with me but for some reason she does. Which is kind of the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I’d do anything for her.”