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[spellnbone]

testing waters

Location: Stables, McKinnon Farm Time: Morning, 28th of February Status: Closed, for @mckinnxn

The decision had not yet fallen but Edgar believed that inquiries were always permitted, especially because honesty always flowed more easily without the feeling the weight of having to make a definite choice quickly.

He wasn’t often at the McKinnons’ Farm. It wasn’t so that he didn’t like it, on the contrary, he thought it rather quaint, but his duties in the Order rarely carried him here. The Dissendium Task Force was a branch quite detached from him, to a point that any decisions regarding it rarely ever even considered Edgar’s voice. And when he was present during the Inner Circle discussions that included Lily and Marlene, he did nothing but keeping the Minutes.

Some people thought this a sign that he was against the Task Force, but Edgar had never spoken against it. Neither to Lily or Marlene, nor to anyone else. Even in his private musings in his notebooks, he kept himself neutral.

And neutral he kept himself now as he stepped into the stables. Hands crossed behind his back, a comfortable pace in his calculated steps, he approached Marlene McKinnon. His habitual slightly leaned-back posture was more straight today, his dark coat and stark-white cravat sat impeccably, and his shoes were shined. Nevertheless he gave the working farm girl a genuine, amicable smile. “Miss Marlene. I hope I do not disturb?”

[starbrightblack]

drink me // marlene

(I got the same ask from @untamedmeadowes and decided they could make it a party. Hey, maybe it’s the prequel to the Benjy ask.)

“Shots, shots, shots!” Sirius chanted, despite the fact that both witches were actually chugging beer and not taking shots. The distinction between the two was going a bit fuzzy, about as fuzzy as how many actual shots he’d taken. 

Marlene slammed her pitcher down on the table, grinning as Sirius cheered for her. Dorcas slammed hers a few seconds later, but she was pouting over not winning.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Marlene said, slinging an arm around her. “Some things just take practice.”

“Yeah,” Sirius chimed in. “Like talking to pretty girls you consider your best friend.”

As Dorcas’ eyes practically bulged from her head, the other two started laughing, Marlene already gesturing toward the bar for another round.

[rylandgreen]

Shuntbumping Through Life

Date: January 18, 1982 Location: Greenhouse, McKinnon Farms Starter: @mckinnxn​

After a few days of silence at home and one miserable conversations with his bosses at work, Ryland knew he needed to get away for a bit. He wanted somewhere safe and secure, and that didn’t leave a lot of options. He supposed he could have gone back to Headquarters, but Ryland didn’t want to set foot in the Potter Estate more than strictly necessary in case they decided to drag him back to that room again. Instead he found himself at the McKinnon’s on the assumption that he could maybe be of use for them. Maybe they needed knew wards or something more specific for the task force. Maybe they needed a way to make sure the werewolves--Merlin help them all that some were so close--couldn’t get to the house unsolicited. 

Regardless of his intentions, though, Ryland ended up wandering until he found the greenhouse and marveled at its simple beauty. He didn’t have many plants in his home anyway, but the few there had all died in his absence. As he sat down in a parlor chair, Ryland couldn’t help feeling a sense of peace he hadn’t felt alone in a long time.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there before he was aware of not being alone. Ryland whipped his head around, although he wasn’t sure what he would have done had he found a threat. Thankfully it was Marlene. He relaxed back in his chair before remembering he was technically at her house. “Hello,” he said. “I hope I’m not intruding by coming out here. It just seemed so nice.” He hadn’t spent much quality time with her since their Quidditch days, and to Ryland now, that felt centuries ago. Then again, it had been a full decade. Time went on.

[emmeoutofline]

☼ ✍

☼ How does your character usually dress in daily life?

Under her robes, Emmeline tends to dress what she would consider fairly simple. She dresses primarily in neutral and earth colors. She wears lots of sweaters and over-sized items. She’s not afraid of formfitting things, though, and will wear things like jumpsuits or tight-waisted pants.

✍ How does your character usually dress when going to work/school?

At St. Mungo’s, Emmeline always wears her uniform robes. When she’s working for the Order in a medical capacity, she doesn’t wear those, but she does try to dress in a similar fashion from her own wardrobe. It helps her get in the mindset and also worry less about which robes need extra cleaning.

[untamedmeadowes]

Working Through Their Grief

LOCATION: McKinnon Farm DATE: Feb 17, 1982 @mckinnxn

Dorcas struggled with grief. Not that she was herself prostrate with mourning, no -- she was sad, but it was an angry sad mixed heavily with guilt. She hadn’t liked James well enough to be allowed to be sad he was dead, she thought -- which made it worse, seeing how truly devastated so many of the others were, and only left Dorcas stuffing her own feelings away even deeper. She couldn’t shake-off the sight of his sightless eyes staring up reproachfully from the hallway carpet as she fled in her borrowed body...

But when she pushed the sleepless nights of self-reproach and smothered feelings aside, she was still left struggling how to act. How do you say sorry to someone who’s just lost the love of their life? Especially when all you and said love-of-life ever did was fight? Especially when you’d been one of the people only a few doors down while he was dying, someone who might have saved him if only you’d reacted faster? Dorcas didn’t know.

So she had to try and do something else, instead. Something tangible, something real.

“I want to do Lily Evans’s stuff for her,” Dorcas said to Marlene without preamble, marching up to the other witch. “Whatever she has to do for your stupid Task Force, chores or spells or whatever -- I want to do it so she doesn’t have to.” Dorcas swallowed. “Please?”

[m8teen]

for the ship thing! :) baked potato vs french fries? o w o

oh god umm probably french fries hah

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you and michael would probably be the couple that would insult each other all the time just to show how much you love each other. and him being not an outdoorsy person you two would probably stay in at night and watch harry potter and adventure time