#para+marlene

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Coffee and Already Made Decisions || Alice & Marlene

Her friend was late, and Alice was tapping the wooden table in front of her.

In times like these, when the war got worse every day, one - and especially Alice - couldn't not get worried if someone they loved was late, or missing, or not where they were supposed to be. It was completely ridiculous and Marlene McKinnon was probably fine, but Alice couldn't help but being a little worried that her friend was late for another reason than just leaving her house too late. 

And so she was taking it out on the poor table.

The cafe Alice was in was fairly empty, so it was quiet, with the exception of subdued indie music. Alice looked out the window her table was beside. The few trees outside were starting to lose their color now, and soon enough it would be winter; Alice loved winter. 

Nice try, she thought to herself, putting her head in her hand, defeatedly.

Trying to take her mind elsewhere wasn't working.

Alice let out a small sigh as she kept looking out the window, occasionally glancing towards the door in the hope of seeing her friend walking through. They had set up to just take a coffee, a small day out together. Alice wanted it, with Auror training she wasn't seeing close to as much of her wild friend as she was used to, and she missed her so incredibly much, even though she still saw her almost daily. So meeting her now and just talking like normally was great, and Alice could really use the calming of nerves. She had been so tense lately. She had known why for weeks now, and she had made her decision at the same moment the offer came up. But the decision was making her tense, and a little tired. Namely because she hadn't told anyone yet, and she knew - being as she was putting her life in more danger than she already was in - she had to tell soon..

Realising she had stopped tapping her finger, she automatically started again.

Couldn't Marlene show up soon? 

[silence-seemed-golden-blog]

Up till two drinks (said Dori) || Marlene & Gideon part II

He seemed somewhat baffled by the comment, though he smiled - perhaps the slightest shyly, hidden by a cocky glance he must have tried to learn from his brother, before offering her the flowers with a deep breath. He had tried to calm himself all day.

"Good evening Marlene, are.." his voice caught in his throat but he pushed the stutter away with a lot of effort. "Are you - ready to go?"

He sighed relieved, at least his first sentence had been quite clear and for a strange reason it took a burden from his shoulders, even though he knew he couldn't keep this up for more of the evening, or even for more than a sentence, but at least she'd see he'd done effort.

"Y-you look very b-beautiful yourself," he eyed her carefully, a bit cautious because he did not want her to think he was checking her out fully or anything like it - though he'd like to, boyish instincts.

He offered her his arm gently, still not sure about how to feel. He couldn't help but feeling he was imposing in her life that could have been so happy. If he only thought about the way he might take away her chance on her one true love he got quite nauseous, even though his borhter had told him over and over again boys of their age weren't even supposed to consider 'true love' at all.

He had a knot in his stomach as well, one made of guilt just as much as hers. His mom had been delighted to hear the news, though, and he could not blame her. She had always wanted to see one of her sons marry, if not both, and with the right girl, too.

Yes, Gideon couldn't help but sound a little bitter in his mind even though he pushed it away, the right girl.

He had chosed a remarkable place, perhaps, for it was a muggle's bistro, not a wizard's one. He wasn't sure whether he'd run into people they knew, and he didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

[silence-seemed-golden-blog]

Up till two drinks (said Dori) || Marlene & Gideon

He stood there, perfectly dressed and quite ready to pick her up. Fumbling with his tie nervously, he trambled a bit with his feet against the bitter cold. Or well, he told himself it was cold, but it might have been his nerves.

He had all things to say quite ready in his head, neatly ordered so he could just do as he practiced - yes, he practiced - and he would stay calm and stutter only slightly. He hoped. He prayed.

Gideon had never been good with drinks. Not really. He hadn't ever been good with girls either, so the event that laid ahead of him might be somewhat disastrous. He was willing to try, however, for a strange reason he couldn't quite name.

Of course Fabian had been an ass about how nervous he had been all day. But well, Fabian had been with thousands of women, and hadn't been matched yet - and even so, any girl would love for his twinbrother to drop down at her knees. Many had dreamt of it already. That didn't count for him, how was he even going to speak his vows?

However, it was the same twinbrother that had run out and had come back with a bundle of flowers, pressing it in Gideon's hands, clapping him on the back and telling him he'd do absolutely fine.

So now he was standing there, waiting there, flowers held carefully, for her to open the door.