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@mrlene / birthday sc.
“you’d better have got me something good, lene.” birthdays with his mates are the only truly good birthdays he’s had. the ones he’d had as a child had been more about showing him off than about having a nice day. he has long since decided to take some advantage of it. and besides - it’s his first birthday since getting the hell out of that place. “i have absolutely nothing but my school things to my name, you know. it’s nearly like i’m turning one.”
@mrlene asked: 08 . a kiss on an injury or bruise
----- 𝕮𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖜 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘. snitch is out, clearly. as both seekers are zooming about wildly on the hunt. everything is going so fast, lucius is not even thinking. he is simply acting upon every instinct. bat in hand, he spots the bludger headed towards their seeker. lucius races on his brand new nimbus 1700, diving in front and batting it away with a hard smack. he chases it then, hoping that if he can hit the bludger once more, he can hit ravenclaw’s seeker. but, the other team’s beater has had the same idea and reaches the bludger before lucius is able to. time slows for a minute as he watches the dark brown ball hit and fly across the pitch. it hits marlene’s broom and sends her to the grass below with a hard thud and crash. “ fuck, fuck, fuck . . . “ lucius mutters under his breath, racing downwards. the second his feet hits the grass, he is sprinting. “ marlene !! marlene . . . “ he kneels beside her, fingers grazing over the cut on her forehead, tenderly. too tenderly. but, she’s alive. she very well could have died at the height she fell. he leans forward, kissing her forehead with relief, despite the dirt and blood smeared across it. “ you’re supposed to be batting the bloody thing away, not getting knocked out by it. you absolute idiot. “
⚠️sorted into slytherin
🤨 stares in "gryffindor/slytherin hat stall" 🤨
shame my muse
QUIET . too quiet ; maybe he was imagining it . that seemed about right , the world was fine , everything going on ＡＳ ＮＯＲＭＡＬ. ιт waѕ jυѕт нarry . he was the odd one out . ( he had to be , didn’t he ? there must be SOMETHING wrong with him . how couldn’t there be - part of a soul not his , twisted / evil , had been attached to him for so long . ) throat feels raw , rough with disuse , voice foreign to his own ears . “ after everyтнιng тнaт’ѕ нappened ... how can the world still be so beautiful ? ”
@mrlene sent ✐
@mrlene sent a question: “ You’re not in bed. I came looking for you. ” / for mary !
source: soft sentence starters.
At hearing footsteps descend the stairs, her posture tenses up, and Mary turns her head to look behind her shoulder — hoping to catch a glimpse of who else is awake at this hour. The voice now pronouncing her name out in the dimness of the Common Room belongs to Marlene — and her reaction to hearing it is immediate. Standing up from the couch, she now turns to fully face her friend, which she greets with a ❝ Lene ❞ pronounced in a wary voice; Sleep is still clinging to its silvery notes, and she blinks owlishly, trying to focus on her friends’ features and anchor her gaze there.
When she woke up, throwing hastily aside the comforter to then stand up, she tried to keep noise to a minimum, slipping past her friends’ beds on tiptoes; And what else followed ( opening the dormitory door, closing it, etcetera ) she tried to do in the same manner, because she did not want to disturb her friends’ sleep.
Tried.
Despite her care, Marlene, one of her friends, is standing but a few steps from her — there, at the foot of the stairs. Mary gives a grimace, directed more at herself than Marlene.
❝ I am sorry, Lene, ❞ is pronounced anew while Mary goes around the couch, trailing a hand on its arms on her way towards Marlene, hoping that doing so will help to steady her fawn-like walk. ❝ I ... I did not want to wake you up, ❞ nor did she want to cause worry. Silence settles between the two; Despite the sudden way they have found the other, it feels comfortable, and stirs at each crack and pop coming from the fireplace. ❝ I had a nightmare, ❞ she begins, quietly. ❝ So I ... ❞ Mary makes a vague, circular gesture behind her shoulders with her hand. ❝ I came down here, ❞ well into the night, the Common Room is safer than any other place inside the castle — and warmer, too. How long she wanted to stay here Mary makes not mention of, but one can gander a guess. An hour, two, perhaps even all night ... ❝ Lene ... ❞ third time she pronounces the nickname, and each time her voice gets softer. Sorry for waking you up, sorry for making you worry. I am here. Lips move soundlessly for a moment — but nothing else follows, save for an apologetic glance she throws at Marlene from under her lashes.
i love forcing kita and or chloe to explain this franchise to me
❝ do you think we fight hopeless wars? ❞ 4 willow :)
"i don't know that they're hopeless," she says. "but they're certainly not filled with hope." is war ever? the older girl tucks hair behind her ear, giving the other a gentle look. "you don't have to fight them."
@mrlene asked: 😵💬 🤠🤠🤠🤠
----- 𝕾𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖙, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔. he lays on the cold, hard floor, choking for breath as he tries to find some explanation of how he let her take him down so easily. his own blood is seeping through the floorboards underneath him. he looks up with her, a cold smile spreading across his face. and, he laughs. 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝.
“ you’ve really done it, haven’t you ?? “ his voice is raspy as his breathing is labored. “ promise me this, you won’t go celebrating too hard, will you ?? “
last words meme
