@steelbcnes .
she’s haggard . bags under her eyes , scrapes on her forehead , scar on her hand , and a general pallid tiredness washing over her features . they had been having a conversation , about nothing in particular really , over tea , when marlene looked up and sighed . “ do you think we’re making a difference at all ? if the aurors all died today , do you think it’d REALLY matter ? ” she’d thought about this a lot . about the ministry , about the order . were they bringing the war closer to an end ––– or just inciting more violence ? she’d started out so certain ; WE ARE THE GOOD GUYS . now she’s beginning to think maybe there aren’t good guys and bad guys , just a whole lot of grey area . marlene sips her tea .