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Voldemort was mad that Marlene was in front of him. He was walking behind her, so he wasn’t sure if it was her, but he whipped her around to face him once he got close enough. “It is you. The lovely Marlene.”

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@mcrcki
Voldemort was mad that Marlene was in front of him. He was walking behind her, so he wasn’t sure if it was her, but he whipped her around to face him once he got close enough. “It is you. The lovely Marlene.”
@mcrcki ❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜
Stitch shrugs. They'd decided to add on to the shelter to get more room, so they'd had a lot of sleepless nights. Now that she mentioned it, they're not sure they'd had a full night sleep in a while. "I mean, I've slept a few hours here and there, but now that I think about it, I haven't gotten a proper sleep in a bit."
@mcrcki
Voldemort didn't care about any of the murders. It hadn't affected him, so why would he worry. He was out walking, not bothering to hide. He stops walking for a moment when Marlene comes into view. He's not pleased to see her in DC, alive. He makes his way over to her, eyes fixed on her. "Marlene Mckinnon, what an absolute pleasure it is to see you again."
@mcrcki
Stitch really wanted to participate in the snowball fight. It looked like everyone was having fun. But they were hesitant due to their strength. They would never want to injure anyone. They could try to hold back, but if they got caught up in it they might forget and use their strength. So they sighed sadly, looking over at the people throwing snowballs. They turned to the woman beside them. “I want to join everyone, but will my strength get me disqualified?”
@mcrcki
Stitch was wandering around the White House, looking at everything in awe. They turned a corner, not seeing the table until they’d walked right into it. They heard a thump and bent down to look at whatever had fallen. It thankfully wasn’t broken, so they picked the object up and tried to place it back on the table. Once they were satisfied they turned to walk away when they saw a woman. “Oh no! Did you see that?”
@mcrcki
Voldemort hated not having his powers. It made him feel helpless, something he hated more than anything. But then he discovered the water manipulation. This could be fun! It made him happy when he saw Marlene. This would definitely be fun. “Marlene. How nice to see you.” His voice was dripping in sarcasm.
When: The night of Alastor and Suri's release Where: Outside Azkaban Who: @calamityofagirl
Remus Lupin liked to think he was used to the cold, but there was something even more biting about the cold as they got closer and closer to Azkaban. It wasn't just the wind whipping around them, or even the icy feeling coming off of the water. It was, he thought, fully the darkness of the dementors overhead and the way they seemed to leech the warmth right out of his bones, even from a distance.
At the moment, it was hard to even wish this on his own worst enemy, and despite everything the thought of Peter falling into the clutches of a place like this left him feeling even colder. He swallowed hard and clutched his wand tighter. It wasn't the time to get distracted though, and he looked over at his companion.
Marlene seemed to have recovered well enough, though he thought he saw a new look in her eyes, and he wasn't sure if it was mourning or just dogged determination. He didn't feel exactly he had the right to ask. Despite the fact that she had been a part of the team of them for awhile, Remus felt like he'd had the toughest time connecting with her and that only added to his general sense of unease.
"Be honest," he said after a minute, a dry smile on his face. "How certain are you we're going to be able to leave without some kind of fight?"