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who do you ship with urself?
Ship myself with? I donât know. Thereâs a war going on and sometimes I think itâs a bit too dangerous to really commit to anyone, in fear of hurting them if I donât make it. Or worse, if they donât.
fmk - knitting club
Fuck Benjy, heâs a real cutie. Marry Dorcas, because at least Iâd know what Iâm getting myself into. And I guess that leaves Emmeline to kill, which I feel a little bad for, since I know sheâs not a terrible person, but she is a slytherin, so...
fmk james, sirius, remus
Kill? No. Iâm not killing any of them, letâs get that straight now. Not even hypothetically. So, Iâll do K for Kiss, or not at all. Fuck Jamesie, I mean, I love him to death, but I do think he and Evans will end up together, and Iâm not going to get into the middle of that. Kiss Remy, because heâs such a sweetheart and deserves to find someone to love him forever, and I feel rather platonic towards him, like a brother. Which leaves Sirius, Iâll marry him, if not anything else, it would be interesting.
follow up question, which of them would you wanna bang the MOST????
The most? Well, seeing as Iâve already gone down on Potter, Iâm not going to waste my most on him. (Sorry, Jamesie.) I guess Iâd have to say Black.
ama would you bang any of the marauders?
Yeah, I mean, have you seen them?
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ANONYMOUSÂ TIME!!!! (or ask in character!)
HYEÂ have you ever?
FMKÂ fuck marry kill
KHCÂ kiss hug cuddle
NML a night, a month or for life?
AMAÂ ask me anything
HONÂ hot or not?
WWY well would you?
WYRÂ would you rather?Â
TOD truth or dare?
SMWÂ ship me with?
TOT this or that?
WISÂ who I ship? (with myself, or with others â specify)Â
or anything else hilariously entertaining you can think of! Â
âWell itâs not like I can think of anyone who would bother turning you down anyway.â Fabian laughed and nodded, âOh I feel much better about it now. Of course Iâll take you up on your offer.â
âItâs rumored that no one has ever turned me down.â She said in a fake whisper. âOh, no, love, youâve missed your window. Maybe next time you shouldnât doubt my sincerity.â
âon a scale of one to ten⊠how illegal do you think doing this is?â
âIf I had to guess, maybe an eleven? Câmon Marls, donât tell me youâre backing out on me now!â
âThatâs the spirit!â He cheered and charged down the hall, âFollow me the passage to Honeydukes is this way. This is right on time for Quidditch season too. You know how we run out of Firewhiskey during Quidditch season.â
âThereâs a passage to Honeydukes? I usually use the one behind the statue of Gregory on the fifth floor.â Marlene gave a laugh as they barreled down the hall together. âThatâs because Quidditch season is also party season, and itâs easier for me to steal your booze when Jamesie is hot and bothered from the games.â
âon a scale of one to ten⊠how illegal do you think doing this is?â
âIf I had to guess, maybe an eleven? Câmon Marls, donât tell me youâre backing out on me now!â
âBacking out? You should know me better than that by now.â Marlene smirked at him, elbowing his arm playfully. âI just wanted to make sure it was worth my time. Are you ready, Black?â
It didn't take much to bore Marlene McKinnon, so it shouldn't have been much of a shock when the girl flopped back on the couch after writing two inches of an eight inch paper. How was anyone supposed to go on for that long about a plant, anyway? Instead of trying to tough it out and write the last six inches, the blonde looked around the common room for something to entertain herself. Certainly there was someone, or something to do, it wasnât even time for curfew, yet. Her eyes fell on a group of first years chattering away around one of the study desks, a third year using a broom kit to polish a broom that had seen better days, two bitty fourth years were pointing to her and whispering about her boobs, flattering little lads they were, but no one that looked even close to providing any stimulating company.
Just when she was about to give up and return to her essay, she saw Peter walk in through the portrait hole. A wide smile spread across her lips and the blonde bounded of the couch towards him. âHey Pete,â She greeted, looping her arm through his with a wide smile. âWhat are you up to tonight? And if you donât say hanging out with me, I may cry.â She teased, but honestly, she needed to get out of the tower and have some fun for a bit. Surely Peter wouldnât pass up on a chance to keep the girl company.
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Marlene made her way through the dark corridor, keeping an eye out for Filch and the Prefects. It wasnât uncommon for the blonde to roam the halls late at night, but this particular evening, at least she was sober. Keeping her wand low and the light protruding from it dim, she could only see a few feet in front of her, but stood a much better chance of not being caught. In all reality, detentions hardly bothered her anymore, but she had Quidditch practice to worry about and the less time she had to spend cleaning trophies, the better.
Adjusting her school bag on her shoulder, the McKinnon girl pondered how to celebrate her new stash of goodies. It wasnât hard to sneak out of Hogwarts at night to smuggle in booze, no, that was the easy part. The hard part was making it back to the common rooms on the seventh floor without getting caught, but Marlene liked the challenge. Whipping around a corner, the blonde ran smack into something solid and cursed under her breath, âFucking fuck,â She uttered, looking up to see who sheâd be dealing with this time. Both fortunately and unfortunately for her, sheâd managed to bang into Rodolphus. âWatch where youâre going, you bloody tosser.â
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âIs that how you do it? Hmm I might keep that in mind for next time. Have you done it before?â He grinned, shaking his head, âIâm not up for pity sex right now. Maybe next time.â
Marlene laughed, shaking her head, âHavenât had to yet, love.â Giving him a mockingly hurt look, the blonde placed her hand over her chest dramatically. âItâs not pity sex, just friendly intercourse.â
Quidditch practice was one of the few times during any given week that Marlene could work out her pent up aggression and not have the threat of a detention looming over her. Needless to say, the blonde put every ounce of energy she had into her time on the pitch, often ending up looking like sheâd rolled around in the mud, hair matted from the wind, small battle wounds from bludgers and close encounters with the ground splattered across her skin. So, when practice was over, it tended to take the girl a bit longer to get ready to go than everyone else.Â
Having noticed that there was no one else in the girlâs changing room when she got finished, Marlene strutted over to the boyâs to see if anyone was there to walk back up to the castle. She didnât mind going alone all too terribly, but the McKinnon girl was a social creature, and because of that, she enjoyed being around others on a near constant basis. âOi!â She yelled as she made her way inside, âAnyone still in here? I figured Iâd offer to protect you on the way back to the castle, I know some of you are afraid of the dark.â She called out, but as she rounded the corner, she spotted Fabian and leaned back against the wall while she looked him up and down. âWhat do you say, Prewett?â
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âI am going out of my mind. Itâs not like Iâm controlled by it or anything but still itâs been so long already. Not in a committed relationship problems,â he shook his head in mock sadness, âYouâre offering McKinnon?â
âYouâre better than Iâd be. Iâd probably have already showed up naked in someoneâs dorm.â She laughed, shrugging. âDid I not make it clear?â
