#suchadorcas

[starryeyxdmckinnon]

who: @suchadorcas​

where: Ministry holding cells

"Next time ye see me I might be in stripes, wouldn't that be something?" Marlene uttered, sarcasm laced in her voice as she sat leaning back against the wall, eyes flickering over to look at one of her best friends on the other side of the barrier. "Please tell me you come bringing some kind of good news? Or atleast some gossip that isn't to do with the end of the night to keep me distracted?”

[starryeyxdmckinnon]

Location: Marlene and Lily’s apartment

Closed: @suchadorcas​

Mar appreciated that her friends were trying to make her feel better. She really did. But she was in no position to make any note worthy company right now. As much as she typically would put on a smile for the crowds, play the part and act like she was fine; dismissing any concerned with a faked softness to her features. But the warmth that always radiated from her like a star had faded. There was a time that she was able to hold such a facade. She’d had to too many times for the sake of others and to save guard her own heart from revealing more than she cared to share. But now? The walls had crumbled around her leaving her feeling defenseless and powerless. 

As unpleasant as she knew she probably was to be around right now, Marly for once didn’t care. She was too exhausted to give a shit. Solemn and grey, the witch laid on the floor features sunk staring up at the ceiling. Tracing over the patterns in her mind as if painting them with her eyes could aid in her distractions. It didn’t. Though the sight of one of her best friends coming back into view pulled her mind from her thoughts for a moment. “I appreciate this Doe-.. but you really don’t have to play baby sitter; no matter what Lily has said. If you need to be somewhere it’s fine.. I can take care of myself.” The brunette spoke as pulled her jumper sleeves over her hands to wipe over her with a sigh. 

[inkstainedmac]

Location: The Fountain Of Fair Fortune (pub)

Closed: @suchadorcas​

In truth Sersh had needed a moment to herself. Lifting up everyone else was exhausting and had started to take it’s tole on her. Being the shoulder to cry on, the one who tried to comfort everyone was challenging as it was when comforting wasn’t something that necessarily came naturally to her. She’d look at her sisters, Marianne in particular, and wondered how anyone could be so selflessly giving. She took take of everyone, she always had. Now with the roles reversed, Sersh was trying her best to hold even an ouch of what both of her sisters held. But it always seemed to lack in her. 

Butterbeer clutching tightly in her hands, a shaky breath fell of her lips as she ran a hand over her tired face before taking a sip. It felt like there was a heavy grey cloud lingering over Diagon Alley that day. And even in Fair Fortune it was no different. Apart from two wizards who were taking it upon themselves to spew shit. Sersh had stayed silent, begrudgingly putting up with it, figuring they’d just had too much fire whiskey. That was until one of them started bad mouthing the Bagnold family. Millicent Bagnold in particular, which of course then led to Booker. Instantly the fire burning in the girls gut light, as she was gearing to get up onto a stool so her 5′4 self seemed atleast a little more intimidating. “Are ye jokin’?” The Irish witch grumbled as she moved to stand. Ready to shout her voice louder above theirs and intervene, only stopped when a hand caught her arm. Eyes turning back to the younger witch next to her, Sersh’s brows furrowed as she turned her eyes from Doe to the unruly men. “What are ye-..Did ye not hear what they said?”

[starryeyxdmckinnon]

“Doe-” Marlene spoke as she moved forward to grab hold of her friend’s arm to stop her from slipping from her grasp. The witch had been slowly doing the rounds to check on all of her friends. Eyes scanning the room as she tried to catch glimpse’s of them among the interviews and the sadness that had taken over the ministry. After the traumatic end to her evening, it was almost for her peace of mind. As if checking on all of them, even just catching moments among her disassociation could be enough to settle the growing dread brewing in the pit of her stomach. Arms enveloping the other and wrapping tightly around Doe, Marlene clung tightly onto one of her best friends as a shaky breathe fell off her lips. “Are you okay? Have you seen Lily and Mary? @suchadorcas​