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"I am surrounded by enemies and imbeciles."

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holding on for dear life { 2 .6.77 }
It was dark inside Marlene McKinnon’s mind, a place that she never allowed herself to go to. She was the party girl, the wild one, what would they say if they saw her now. With her hands clasped around her knees as if to contain her melancholy from pouring out of her. She had been so fervently ready to battle the werewolves and save the school. She had been - – - excited.
SHE DISGUSTED HERSELF, any sensible thought was intercepted by the thought that she had been THRILLED to hear of the werewolves. What kind of person was s h e ? a m o n s t e r a b e a s t merlin, SOMEONE HAD DIED
She swore her habit of seeking out refuge in empty classrooms at night would end badly for her sooner or later. But they were quieter than the common room, held no time restrictions like the library or the waterfall, and had proved safer than her experiences with abandoned corridors.
And S A F E was the most any muggleborn could ask for nowadays.
Though something more akin to acceptance was slowly beginning to set in, with it came a renewed sense of feeling -- and it was t e r r i f y i n g.
Because the horror had hit even closer to home now. It wanted its presence to be felt, to be known, and it had surely succeeded in doing so this time. Bertram had been one of their own. And now he was gone, brutally slayed to get a cruel message across. This was very real. And it was only the beginning.
( what had they done to the body? what could they have d o n e to him that there was no distinguishing a werewolf attack from a death eater's? how badly m a u l e d -- )
STOP IT.
Mary forced the door shut behind her with more force than necessary, leaning her forehead up against its frame. Calm down. Deep breaths, Mar. She may have remained there for the remainder of the night, trying to regain her grip on things if it hadn't been for the small shuffling noise. A hand went instinctively for her wand when she recognized the crouched figure. "... Marls?"
She turned to fully face her, making strides towards her housemate. "W-What's wrong?"
what would it take? // february 6th, 1977
The memorial was daunting in a way. Everyone had the same expression on their face with the exception of the smug and arrogant ones who believed that the poor innocent bloke deserved his death. Why? Simply because he was a muggleborn - a mudblood. The term felt disgusting even when unspoken.
Caradoc had mentally given his respects to his fellow schoolmate and excused himself from the event. The faces of those who were only there to mock was just too much. There had been one too many deaths and the badger wished there was a way to end all of this because people had suffered enough. Innocent blood was being spilled for no reason. Being a muggleborn was not even a logical reason. So what if they weren’t pureblood? There were many wizards and witches that were just as brilliant or perhaps even better than those who were of true blood.
As frustrating as this was to him, he was just a mere boy - no more than 16. The intention was not to change the change because that would be impossible. He didn’t want to be a hero, no, but he couldn’t just stand by and watch the evil doing ruin the world. Negotiations, and words should have been enough but instead, violence was used.
Walking out to the courtyard for fresh air to cool his head, he noticed a brunette in black sitting on one of the many benches. It seemed that he wasn’t the only one to leave the memorial, or did she even attend? Caradoc taking quiet strides over to the opposite side of the courtyard, leaving the girl alone since she didn’t seem to want the company. That, and he wouldn’t go up so randomly without good reason. Finding himself a spot under the tree, he bent down and grabbed a handful of snow.
He played with it, testing its sturdiness before throwing it against the bark. Caradoc wasn’t a violent fellow; he’d much prefer if situations were solved with words but sometimes, venting out physically was good therapy.
A flash of movement caught her attention, and Mary glanced over to her right, catching sight of an older boy heading in the opposite direction. She pursed her lips. Well, he wasn't a Slytherin, she knew that much. Their faces tended to stick out in the back of her mind, always sneering, always taunting. ... Ravenclaw, maybe? Hufflepuff? It would be an irrelevant bit of information, regardless, but it gave her something to cling on to for the moment, a sort of mild distraction from her current state of mind.
The Gryffindor watched idly as he retreated towards a nearby tree, proceeding to scoop up a handful of snow and sling it at the bark. And this was all she did for a good long while. Stared. Wondered. Everything felt rather subdued during those few moments, a slow, mundane reprieve that called for no effort on her part. She didn't think herself to be frustrated enough to need a physical means of venting ( no, no, everything was far too cold right now; her emotions encased in ice, her reactions delayed and withheld -- for her r a g e always proved to be a slow simmer that had yet to reach its breaking point ), and still the boy's actions tempted her. At the very least it looked a little less depressing than sitting around in the cold waiting for frostbite to snatch away a limb or two.
Drawing in a short breath, Mary rose to her feet and brushed off some of the snow from her hair, setting off towards the tree with a detached expression. She approached the boy silently and though no attempt at conversation was made, she nodded in acknowledgment before scooping up some snow for herself and molding it in her hands. There was a pause, a slight show of hesitance -- because what was the p o i n t of trying for n o r m a l anymore? -- then she flung the ball of snow at the bark, watching it slowly melt and join the ground.
This time when she looked over at the boy, the corners of her lips were twitching.
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“You know why you’re here, don’t you, breathed a soft voice in the back of her head. She hadn’t seen him since the fight at the Burren, but she carried him in some small part of her mind, an intrusive, unwelcome ghost. Because of me. You always knew I hadn’t gone forever. “
"My grandmother was a ballerina and was always so elegant, and before I even knew what Chanel was she always had these quilted bags with the chains, and quilted ballet flats. And one day when I started becoming more name-savvy, I looked at her purse and I was like, ‘Oh my god, I had no idea that she wore Chanel!’ When she passed away, I got one of her purses and Chanel chain necklaces, and whenever I put those on I feel like I’m channeling her in some way."
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I don’t want her back. I couldn’t care less.
what would it take? // february 6th, 1977
She'd achieved what had once been nothing short of an impossibility. N u m b n e s s without the influence of a l c o h o l.
A blanket of snow coated the courtyard, and her boots trudged through mush on her way to the nearest bench. One muttered incantation later and she had seated herself against the now balmy surface, knees pulled up to her chest and eyes scouring the area with mild interest. There didn't appear to be anyone else around. The memorial had started a few minutes ago and, naturally, most were in attendance. ... But she couldn't do it. She couldn't go.
She'd dressed up, written a few words for the occasion, walked towards the damn entrance -- but she couldn't do it. She couldn't wholly accept the new state of things -- the progressive worsening of everything they knew. The knowledge that there was no stopping the impending storm. She couldn't yet resign herself to such a truth.
mudblood, mudblood, m u d b l o o d
It was the real reason he'd been killed, had it not? The one no professor would concede to? The one their faltering expressions would betray nonetheless? Bertram Aubrey had met his end because of a willingness to fight -- and for the supposed filth inhabiting his veins. Mary pressed her forehead against her arm.
You say that because of who you are. How could a t h i e f ever understand?
She'd talked to him before, once or twice in the library. No friendship of any sort had been formed ( too much c o n t r a s t there), nothing but an exchange of understanding looks as a pair of Slytherins has traipsed by them, spewing slurs and insults. Then the eye contact had been broken, the brief connection shattered, and they had both gone about their day. She hadn't known Bertram Aubrey. Not really. That shared moment of understanding hadn't acted as the basis for anything of consequence.
But she knew he hadn't deserved this. Nor had the girl at the Christmas feast. Or the man at the Ministry.
M U D B L O O D
For once Mary sought no comfort in the loud and brash, the wild or reckless. She just wanted things to be q u i e t.
You get tough, you get even.
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Heroes aren’t always the ones who win. They’re the ones who lose sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don’t give up. That’s what makes them heroes.
Song of the day (Day 95) - Down by Jason Walker
I shot for the sky I’m stuck on the ground So why do I try? I know I’m gonna fall down. I thought I could fly So why did I drown? I’ll never know why Its coming down, down, down.

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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 character’s 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 shouldn’t.
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Comfort Me: I’ll 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: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Haunt Me: I’ll 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: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
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 character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.
Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.
Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re 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: I’ll 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: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.
Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.
Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.
Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.
Fight: I’ll 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.