#marliusblackinnon

[arrogantbullyingtoerag]

Happy Birthday! (: xx

thank you!!

[padfootdidit]

Happy Birthday, love! Have a wonderful day (: xx

Thank you Mary!!!<333

[clowndotorg]

Could you recommend fics/drabbles where Sirius or Remus is a professor at Hogwarts and has a relationship with an older (nothing creepy) student? Or non-Marauder-era (meaning fic/drabble where Sirius and Remus are adults, during Harry's time) where they play spin the bottle or other party games (not necessarily with each other, although I'm fine with the wolfstar pairing as well)?

Hmm, I don't think I've read anything like what you've described (or at least nothings jumping out at me). 

So I'm gonna throw this one over to siriusuntiltheveryend littleredridingjames marliusblackinnon lilypxtter and/or fightingsomany because maybe y'all have read something I haven't?

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Next time it'll be appreciated if you didn't tag your hate with the ship tag "Blackinnon".

I did tag a warning in  my explanation: "warning: explanation on why i don't ship it" i'm sorry if i missed adding the secondary tag on any more posts, and i'll go back and double check. Thank you for telling me

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[wizardingweb]

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[wizardingweb]

marliusblackinnon found the drabble for me. I love you forever ^~^

[defence-against-the-drabbles]

Blackinnon: Ginny finds an object belonging to Marlene and asks Sirius about it, for marliusblackinnon.

After what feels like years of cleaning, they've come to the last untouched room of Grimmauld Place. It looks like a secondary study: there's a petite desk by the window, with intricate scrollwork on the legs and edges; bookshelves line one wall, crinkled spines and faded covers looking out; and an old wingback chair sits in the corner alongside a bureau.

They split up into different areas of the room; Harry and Ron going to the bureau and Ginny and Hermione to the shelves.

"It's a shame these weren't preserved better," Hermione says, running her fingers along the books' spines. She pulls one out at random and opens it, the sound filling the room in a way that seems to take them back twenty years.

Ginny smiles wryly. "Just try to stay focused, 'Mione," she says. "I know that's difficult for you when you're surrounded by books."

Hermione smiles and replaces the book. "I'll do my best."

Ginny turns back to the shelves. "You reckon we should keep them?"

"You know my answer to that."

"Well, then," Ginny says, lifting her rag. "Time to get to work."

They're silent for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from Ron and Harry blundering around behind them (they handle the surprise doxy better than last time, at least--only one broken heirloom this time). It's only when Ginny comes across something unexpected that she pauses. 

The entirety of the books they've come across have been in disrepair. Water damage, mildew, or simply being too old--they all had problems. But this set of books, on one of the bottom shelves, looks well-cared for. They're not like new, not by any means: the spines are crinkled from repeated folding, and when Ginny pulls one out she sees numerous nicks and stains on the covers. The edges of the pages are wrinkled in places and dog-eared in others.

But they're in one piece, and not in danger of falling apart. They feel solid in her hand, as though they carry something with them. 

"What are you looking at, Ginny?" Hermione asks, noticing her stillness.

She pulls the cover back to see this isn't just a book--it's a journal. The first page is covered in handwriting, dated at the top, and flipping through it she sees it's the same throughout: the same curvy lettering, punctuated with an occasional doodle. She glances at the back cover.

"Do you know who Marlene McKinnon was?"

She wants to ask Sirius about the journals. Harry protests at first.

"Ginny, we don't know if it was anyone he knows--"

"Then why not ask?"

"I don't want to make things difficult for him!"

"What harm can it do, Harry? And you have to be curious--"

"Let it go, Gin--"

"Ron, this isn't your business!"

"It's not yours!"

Finally, tiring of the argument, Ginny turns on her heel and starts her way down the stairs. It takes them all a second to catch up, to realize she's heading for the dinner table, where Sirius is likely to be.

"Ginny, wait--"

But she's already made it through the door. Sirius and Remus look up from whatever conversation they'd been having when Ginny drops the journals (two in total) on the table.

Remus' brow furrows, but Sirius recognizes them immediately.

Ginny, a bit of her bravado draining now that she sees the expression on Sirius' face--and she can't describe it, because it goes beyond sorrow and touches something else entirely--says quietly: "Who is Marlene McKinnon, Sirius?"

Remus sits up straighter and looks at Sirius, worry clouding his eyes. "These are hers?" he asks, gesturing to the journals. "This is where they've been, all this time?"

Sirius clenches his fist. "Mary was holding onto them while I was in Azkaban," he answers.

"She was a friend of yours from Hogwarts, then?" Hermione asks, taking a seat opposite them. The rest of them follow suit.

Remus nods. "Yes," he answers. "A very good friend. I didn't think these had survived..." He takes a journal gingerly, thumbing through it. "These are all of them?"

"No," Sirius answers. "Mary wouldn't part with all of them. Just the last two, from after James and Lily went into hiding--Mary said she'd read them and couldn't even bear to look at them. Marlene wrote every day, back then, and didn't spare any details."

"I remember," Remus says. "It was her way of coping."

Harry blurts out: "I remember her name now," he says. "Moody showed me a picture of the Order, and she was there."

Sirius nods. "Yes, she was part of the Order."

"Her entire family," Harry says, "Moody said they were all killed."

"One by one," Sirius replies. "Until she was the last one left." He looks up at the four of them, meets each of their eyes in turn. "That was the cost, back then. It could very well still be the cost now."

He stands, taking the two journals in hand. "I'll be back down for dinner."

As he crosses the threshold, Ginny blurts: "I'm sorry, Sirius, I shouldn't have..." Well, she's not sure how to finish that, but she is sorry. Clearly this is difficult for him.

He pauses, looking over his shoulder. "It's not your fault, Ginny."