#marlenemckins

[taleofwormtail-blog]

marlenemckins replied to your post: dont worry, caradoc was a virgin until age 23.

GOOD ON YOU PETER.

-smiles- Thanks Marlene

[devoteddeatheaterbella]

marlenemckins replied to your post: What do you think you look sexiest in?

I think you look sexiest buried six feet under.

Could say the same to you, McKinnon.

[greeneyedgingerlily-blog]

♔

In her sixth year at Hogwarts, while slightly tipsy after a party, Lily kissed a girl. A few people know, but she refuses to tell anyone who it was. Including James. He has his theories though.

[edgartotheboneiys]

March 13th, 1979 | Marlene and Edgar (Night Terrors)

It was still dark in the room, the curtains being closed even though it was almost twelve, but it seemed bright when he ripped himself out of his slumber. Anything was bright compared to the utter terror he'd seen when his eyes were closed, which had been on repeat throughout the night. Edgar lay there for a few heatbeats, trying to calm his mind and reminding himself where he was, before he got himself up and somehow managed to find some fresh clothes to change into although his body still felt lethargic, never having gotten any real rest the night before. 

He could never predict when it was that he'd have a nightmare. Some nights he slept like a figurative baby, and then others he'd barely get a wink of rest because he kept having to force himself awake after his mind was filled with terrible memories. Mostly of the time he'd been captured, but often he also had dreams where his sister or brother of parents were being hurt or killed before his eyes.

Maybe this time it had just been the fact that Amelia's flat still seemed unfamiliar compared to his own. Even the smallest differences in environment seemed to throw him off lately. Or maybe he'd been sober for too long. It's been what...almost a week since I've had a proper drink? he thought to himself, rummaging in his still half packed box of possessions to find a bottle of firewhiskey or something equally as strong. That's enough to send anyone mad. 

While he didn't appreciate it when people told him he drank too much, he was aware that it probably wasn't the best way to deal with his demons. But while he was determined and driven, he wasn't as brave or composed as some of his comrades in the Order, like those that had been in Gryffindor or Slytherin, and so he told himself that it was perfectly acceptable to mask the fear with the haze of drink. Pulling the cork out of a bottle he'd found, he took a large mouthful but was then interrupted by a knock on the door.

Edgar's hand sprung to his pocket to reassure himself that his wand was still there (it was, of course), before edging the door open, then opening it with more confidence and a smile when he saw a familiar and friendly face, trying to hide the fact that he was still a bit jittery. "Hey, Marlene. Er...You here for Amelia or me?" He didn't know if people knew he was living there yet, since it wasn't exactly advisable to advertise your address. "Milly's at work, but you can come in if you like."

[the-charming-tonks-blog]

February 24, 1979 - The Mystery of the Malicious Toys (Ted and Marlene)

"Bloody hell, this is the third one this week!" Ted muttered as he opened another parcel dropped off via owl to his workshop stoop. He bit his wand between his teeth to examine the latest arrival to his workshop. The packaging was familiar -- a small, rectangular box, relatively flat. The story was all the same, as well, according to the note enclosed. A certain brand of toy wand, beloved for centuries, bought from a Diagon Alley toy store also in business for centuries. The wands were meant for young children who wanted wands like mummy or daddy or big brother or sister, and they were charmed to spew butterflies, or stars, or birds when waved by a child. Harmless fun -- Ted remembered Dromeda saying she'd had one as a child, and Dora had gotten one for her fifth birthday.

This wand, like the other two Ted had been sent, wasn't sending out birds, or butterflies, or stars. One had spit out flames, severely burning a three year old. One had electrocuted a seven year old girl's puppy right before her very eyes. This new one, as Ted read the letter, had done just the opposite and shocked the young wielder so severely he was currently in St. Mungo's.

"Hope the poor lad's a pureblood, with their security," Ted muttered, sighing and placing the new wand on his workbench, so the three wands were lined up next to one another. All three looked exactly the same -- they were mass produced, after all, and were guaranteed to be charmed to cancel out any magic not explicitly charmed into the wand. This kept the wand from being used to cast any real magic from any particularly precocious young witches or wizards.

"First the dollhouse, now this," Ted murmured. He'd done all he could; there was no doubt the things were tampered with. He could even tell how. But as to who had done it, when, where, and why -- Ted could not answer that, and he was not in a position to find out. If he began conducting his own investigation, he would be doing it outside the authority of the Order, as he was not an official member. That meant no protection. Also, it would mean breaking a promise to Dromeda. He'd been hard enough on her lately.

That meant this had to be left up to the official Order members. He had owled the appropriate channels, asking to meet with whoever was free to conduct an investigation. This was urgent, and could possibly have serious consequences. He was not sure whom to expect -- he was hoping Fabian, as he'd heard Gideon had shown back up and was eager for news -- but he knew whoever was sent would do the investigation justice.

He set to work on custom-charming a large wardrobe to automatically match clothes hung in it into outfits while he waited for his guest to arrive at the back door, where all Order members entered to better conceal their comings and goings. As a safehouse, the Tonks family preferred Floo only as a last resort, and no one could apparate inside the house.