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I would say almost..technically still doesnāt make it your birthday ā but that would just be cruel. Have you made any celebratory plans yet?
You almost had me there for a moment, Hessy, but I know better than that. Not yet, but m'thinking I'll throw myself a party or summat. Seems fitting.
By any means, donāt let me rain on your parade, MacDonald. It might be one of your last birthdays.
What makes you say that, Lestrange? Last I checked I'm perfectly healthy. [She chuckles following with a sigh.] Rabby, your threats are hardly scary. You're just not intimidating, lad.
No, sadly you donāt.
Y'know Rab, as much as I know you want to, even you can't get me down today. I'm too sodding happy. On top of the world, even.
It's almost my bloody birthday, for Merlin's sake. Don't I deserve some sort of special treatment?
List of Drabble Prompts
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave
Spectre: My character will be visited by your characterās ghost or vice versa
Dream: My character will have a dream about your character
Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldnāt.
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Comfort Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Dominate Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Embarrass Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Haunt Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Hunt with me: Iāll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Join Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer
Kill Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Nurse Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Raise Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Surprise Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: Iāll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Torture Me: Iāll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your characterās advances or deny them a ā happy endingā
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.
Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift
Sleep: My character needs to stay at your characterās house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.
Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your characterās house drunk. Specify which of the three.
Heal: My character will tend to your characterās wounds, or be at their side when theyāre sick.
Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.
Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.
Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.
Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.
Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.
Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.
Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.
Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.
Spell: Iāll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.
Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.
Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours, Specify
Snow: Our characters in the cold together.
Rain: Iāll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.
Kill: Iāll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
Love: Iāll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.
Lust: Iāll write a drabble of our characters making love together.
Date: Iāll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
Defend: Iāll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.
Fight: Iāll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.
Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together
Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another
Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other
Stars: Our characters under the stars together
Snow: Our characters in the cold together
Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other
Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.
Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight
Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present
Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other
Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.
I must say that itās nice to be back. Ā I quite missed you lot. Ā
I couldn't agree more. How were hols, deary?
drink until you drown / marlene & mary
Marlene peeked over the stands the moment she heard someone walking up and couldnāt help but sigh when she realised it was her best friend. Of course she wanted to spend time with Mary. The girl might have just been the only person on the planet that Marlene hadnāt ever wanted to leave her alone for a while. She just still felt guilty for the fact that Mary had been alone when she was attacked. Marlene couldnāt protect her. And now she was determined to walk her everywhere, determined to make sure that Mary was with someone at all times, that she couldnāt be hurt. It wasnāt foolproof and Marlene knew it was completely over the top but she had to know her friend was safe, had to be sure it wouldnāt happen again.
She stood up, making herself seen fully as she heard Maryās voice calling up to her. It was too late now. Marlene couldnāt send her away because that would mean her walking alone and that wasnāt an option. It couldnāt be an option. And so instead she picked up her broom and walked to the side of the stands, deciding that it wouldnāt be too bad to have some company.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIf you donāt catch my broom, Iāll kick your ass. Theyāre not on sale yet and Liam got me it through work.ā She said, grinning, before she chucked her broom off the side of her stand to the girl.
Mary momentarily panicked, being a complete klutz at everything except catching a snitch. However, she easily caught the broom, sighing relief after she did so. She mounted it and kicked off the ground, rising to the stands and landing next to Marlene and her bottle. Mary was already a bit tipsy, having just left a small gathering in the common room, but she was coherent enough. She smiled at Marlene but the look in her eye was evident.
Although she tried to hide it, Marlene pitied Mary. She felt sorry for her, as if she could've done something to stop the attack from happening. Of course, that was the last thing Mary wanted from anyone: pity. She wanted to be treated as if nothing had ever happened, especially by her best friend, her family. Sometimes she regretted telling Marlene, as she'd known this would happen. Marlene couldn't help but look at Mary like a kicked puppy, and Mary absolutely hated it.
However, then she remembered the hours and days and weeks Marlene had spent putting her back together. Sure, she wasn't whole anymore, some pieces were lost in the process, but Mary was as whole as she ever thought she'd be again and she owed almost all of it to Marlene McKinnon. Still, the look Marlene gave her when she thought Mary couldn't tell was something she did not particularly enjoy.
"Look at that, not a scratch on it," Mary said, looking at the broom with a smug expression. She turned back to Marlene, a chuckle escaping her mouth.
aches and pains / sept 8th / remus & mary
ćĀ ćĀ āāćć Remus had been feeling the effects of the upcoming moon for days, and had been on the cusp of a foul mood for just as long. While he never transformed until the night itself when the moon had properly risen, his cursed condition always took its toll. The week running up to the full moon was hell, for want of any better ways to describe it. Yet it was also something that he had long grown accustomed to, even if he hated it. Remus knew to expect the shortening of his normally endless patience and temper. He knew to expect the mood swings that could have him laughing at a joke Peter was telling one minute and storming out of the common room in a rage the next. He knew to expect the aches in his body; aches which went bone deep and twinged his muscles and pounded in his skull. It was all part of the cycle, all part of the monstrous curse getting ready to break free.
This month already felt like it was going to be a bad one. Some moons were easier than others, if his transformations could ever be such a thing. They went a little smoother, and the weekly run up to the moon was a little easier to deal with. Usually it was only around the stressful times of year, like exams or if a full moon fell on an inconvenient date to hide it, that made it worse, as if the wolf crouching inside enjoyed seeing him in pain. Remus guessed if it had been capable of thought, it probably would. This month, however, despite the fact that he was still relaxed from the summer break, the twinges and the aches had kicked up as soon as the week preceding the moon had started. They had slipped into his muscles and screamed whenever he moved.Ā
A sharp pang twisted through his chest and Remus barely contained the hiss of discomfort. The full moon still wasnāt until tomorrow night, and he wouldnāt be whisked away until after dinner then, but he found himself almost wishing it closer if only to get the pain over and done with.Ā Because Merlin knew he was having trouble concentrating on the Alchemy notes he was trying to take, bundled up in a warm corner of the library. Nothing was ever easy when his body decided to conspire against him. āShit.ā He muttered, cursing rarely to himself as he rubbed at his rib with a free hand.Ā
Being back in the habit of things brought a small sense of peace to Mary's now-constant fear. She'd thought school would be terrible, an absolute nightmare. She'd figured that each corner of each floor, each portrait on each wall would be a reminder, that the smallest things would send her into fits of complete terror. She was happily surprised, though, that having a routine calmed her down immensely. She had a path to follow, one that (so far) had led her nowhere near Mulciber. The only chills sent up her spine were during her dreams, or rather her nightmares, and luckily that was the only place where she had caught sight of her monster.
Everything was planned motion by motion. Today was a Tuesday, a day left empty on her timetable, so she usually spent hours on end in the library. Although Mary would never admit it to any of her friends, save Marlene, the library was a comfort to her. As she entered the large room, she was hit with a sense of safety. Thoughts of her bookstore floated around in the back of her head, the smell of old dusty pages clouding her mind. Nothing made her feel at home like shelves after shelves packed tightly with books. She made her way over to where the book she was looking for rested. Speechless Spells by Patricia Diggory. She wanted to get a head start on non-verbal magic, as she knew it would take much longer for her to master than it would for the rest of her naturally-gifted friends.
Mary grabbed the book off of the shelf and began to make her way over to the library crevice of her choice, a window seat with quite a comfortable pillow to keep behind her back. As she was on her way, though, she heard someone curse. "Shit." Curious as she is, Mary followed after where she thought she'd heard the voice. Sure enough, there sat one Remus Lupin rubbing his side in obvious pain. She walked quietly over to where he was sitting and knelt by his side. She'd only stay for a moment, she promised herself. It wouldn't take too long to check up on him.
"Loop?" she whispered, "You alright?"
She eyed the spot in his side where he held what she assumed to be his rib, thinking for a moment about any possible explanation as to what he could've done to bruise himself. She went to reach for the hurt area, pausing to look up at him for his approval.
Well, Iād pay a thousand galleons to forget the entire incident ever happened. Weād better, itāll be a grand time. [She nods her head in agreement] It is! Rigged, the entire thing, without a doubt. You wouldāve made a fabulous captain, Mary. Merlin knows Potterās already got his head high enough in the clouds, never mind the title of captain icing the cake of unadulterated arrogance. In my opinion, youāre still the best seekerĀ andĀ player around this place anyways.
Maybe we can make Marlene live like a muggle the entire holiday. We could have a blast that way, couldn't we? [Her arms and hands move more and more as she gets more invested in the discussion.] Oh, entirely rigged Lily. Entirely. You're right, Potter's head is already so big he can hardly balance it on his shoulders, and on top of it all they've given him another title to add to his list. And with all of the pranks he's pulling and the difficult NEWT-level classes he's taking, there's no way he's gonna be able to carry the team on his back. And when that happens, I'll be patiently standing by and waiting for McGonagall to name me team captain. [Mary chuckled softly.] Best player too? Thanks, but y'better not let Marls hear you say that, who knows what she'll do.
"Your face does not look promising right now," Sirius whined as he watched Mary take the first drink. He made a show of reluctantly taking the bottle, but then tossed the drink back with ease. It tasted like shite, but he didnāt falter, just accepted the aftertaste and the vague burn. It was all just means to an end after all. What did taste matter? "Glad you have faith in me," he said once the first dose was down his throat, "because that tasted bloodyĀ awful.āĀ
Mary narrowed her eyes at him, a show of mock disapproval though the smile was still wide on her face, as she scoffed at his comment. She knew better than to think the one and only Sirius Black couldn't toss a bottle of cheap firewhisky down his throat. After all, he was the one who'd given the rest of the Marauders their first drinks, or so she'd heard. She took the bottle back from him once he was finished. "Are you done complaining? Because I'm already done with it and the night's just begun." She took another gulp of the liquid, the burn in her throat the first sign that she was coming alive. She looked around just then, realizing that her and Siri were nearly the only people in the common room. "Where the hell is everyone?"
No, but it would be an awful lot quicker. I think Iād be quite alright to settle for that over a grand sense of fulfillment. Only five? Iād have thought a language would be worth at least ten. I suppose I can manage the chocolate, though. If I must. No, no, Iām fine. Wellā¦ admittedly she can be a little bit.. intense sometimes.Ā
Funnily enough, itās about vampires. One of them sits with a reporter to tell his life story. I mean, Iām still only a quarter of the way done since I didnāt start reading too long ago, but itās definitely been good this far. Well, regardless, I wouldnāt have wanted it to come across like I didnāt. I make no promises about the chocolate though, especially if theyāre left with me a little whiles before I see you.
Remus, taking the easy way out is practically cheating. This is your soul we're talking about, and I am saving it by helping you from the aforementioned cheating. I should probably be canonized as a saint right now, on the spot. Hm... okay I'll raise it to 7.5 forgiveness points, but don't expect me to go a hundredth higher than that. It's my final offer. I think that means you owe me a total of... ten chocolate bars. Think you can manage that, Loop? [She bursts into laughter.] Yea, yea, that's Marlene. Good luck with that. If you've let off the slightest hint that there's a chance that you may be inexperienced in the sexual department, she's on you like a hawk to assure you feel as uncomfortable about the whole thing as is possible. Let me know next time she's harassing you so I can watch idly by the side and chuckle while you spiral into embarrassment-induced stuttering.
Vampires? Never met one, thank god. They give me the chills, to be honest. But it sounds like a good read, let me know when you've finished it and we'll see if I wanna follow in your footsteps. Remus, if you can't save ten chocolate bars for me I'll be extremely disappointed in you. Frankly, it'll be pathetic. I might have to end our friendship over it. Wouldn't want that now, would we?
Oh, that does sound great. Iāve never visited France before, but it always seemed awesome. Was the weather there better?
Less rain, more snooty people, can't understand a word they're saying unless you're fluent, which luckily for me the McKinnons are. You're not missing out on much, Petey, I promise.
Ā Ā Ā ā- āI was thinking that not everyone can be adored by Professor Slughorn. That man has it in for me, I swear it. The same as usual. WeĀ visitedĀ family in Scotland. That was something else, let me tell you. And yours? Dāyou catch any dragons?ā
Oh, c'mon Molls. Slughorn doesn't "have it in" for anyone. Sure, he has favourites, but I can't see him hating you of all people. Ah, I bet Scotland was as beautiful as ever this year. Did you see Nessie? Nope, no dragons this time unfortunately. Just a nice trip to France with the McKinnons and some quidditch practice. I played a bit with Liam, just made the Chudley Cannons, and he told me I was pro material, can you believe that? Probably has nothing to do with his massive crush on me either. Probably.
"Go ahead and be skeptical. Wont change anything, my statement still stands. Regardless of your skepticism. Ah I forgot. Mudblood and Gryffindor, yes?" He shrugged, waiting for her reaction of the harsh slur. "Give me time. Ive got years before I have to get scary."
She noticed a small air of discomfort when he said the word: mudblood. She wondered why any pure-blooded male had trouble saying it, but dismissed it as his immaturity and the obvious hesitance that lined his every move. Mary, of course, knew it well as it had been thrown at her more times than she could count at this point. The smile remained on her face, unchanging. "Yea, that's right. Not a drop of magic in my blood, yet somehow I can still manage to conjure a charm or two. Wonder how that can be?" The sarcasm was obvious in her voice, the smirk on her face only reaffirming what the sentence had just conveyed. At the last comment, mock shock took its place as her expression. "What is it, a Slytherin rule or something? D'you sign a contract as to when you should commence 'scariness?' Glad I didn't get sorted there, then. I'm shit at being scary. Too short."
And then youād hear a scream, a laugh and nothing. Would you make sure there were daisies at my funeral, please? They seem a bit too simply but Iād like to die with daisy chains. People die, it happens every day. Mum just had to go and all that. And you know even if you fall in love, Iām your number one. Letās just make that official.
Yes, Marlene, I'll make sure you have daisies, for god's sake. [She rolls her eyes because the thought of Marlene's funeral seems too ridiculous to her.] I know people die, I know. I just don't like to think about it. No one should ever have to die. To hell with overpopulation, everyone should live forever. [She takes a moment to think about what she's just said.] Well... not everyone, obviously, but a lot of people. You know you're my one true love, Marls. You've dug your obnoxious self deep into my soul and set up camp there. No one's gonna take your place in my books.
"And what about your friends, don't you love 'em enough to stay?" And I say, "If I don't leave now then I will never get away."
