𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨 ʙᴜʀɴ

location   :   walking   to   the   welcome   feast    status   :   open

“  oh  merlin  !  ”  the  wood  boy  exclaimed  in  hushed  voice  (  more  to  himself  than  anyone  really  )  hands  clutching  the  top  of  his  head  half  in  agony  and  half  in  anxiety  . “  a  horrible  thought  had  just  dawned  upon  me  ,  ”  he  mused  aloud  to  the  person  closest  to  him  ,  panic  clear  in  his  quivering  voice  . “  what  if  i  forgot  to  pack  my  broomstick  ?  ”  he  clutched  at  his  chest  with  such  desperation  and  urgency  that  one  would  think  he  was  suffering  from  some  sort  of  chronic  condition  –  though  the  only  condition  that  he  seems  to  be  perpetually  stuck  with  was  the  curse  of  overthinking  everything  . “  what  then  !  i  can’t  practice  with  the  school  ones  ,  they’re  absolutely  rubbish  –  no  offense  to  the  brooms  but  there  is  absolutely  no  way  to  succeed  with  them  !  let  alone  win  the  cup  !  ” @lumosreblogs​ 

memories of being forced to use the school broomsticks in first year flying lessons still show up in some of marlene’s nightmares. she knows just how much of a disaster it would be the gryffindor quidditch team if one of their star players is forced to practice a model that’s at least fifty years out of its expiry date. but with the way callum’s voice is shaking, actually shaking, she can’t take him seriously. “relax cal. you love that thing way too much to forget to pack it.” marlene tells him, biting down on her lower lip to keep from laughing at callum’s panic-stricken face. “and if by some crazy chance you did forget it, tell you what, i’ll nick some slytherin’s broom for you and we'll fly down to your place together and grab it. no one will even know we were gone. how’s that sound?”

          𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓  ,  a  constant  buzz  drifted  around  a  brain  ,  a  breath  of  relief  escaping  lips  as  shoulder  blades  press  backwards  ,  into  the  stoned  walls  .  t’was  far  from  regret  that  tweaked  her  thoughts  ,  in  fact  she  felt  as  honoured  now  as  she  did  when  the  badge  arrived  ,  however  the  gryffindor  first  years  were  a  rowdy  bunch  ,  excitement  flowed  freely  and  the  chatter  never  ending  ,  much  like  she  herself  had  been  in  her  first  year  .  but  that  same  excitement  still  filled  her  bones  ,  and  made  her  smile  .  she  was  home  .  a  moments  reprieve  from  prefect  duties  ,  but  here  in  the  cobbled  halls  ,  she  was  home  ,  feeling  more  at  place  than  her  own  family  home  .  but  the  silence  ,  what  with  children  disappearing  to  bed  and  the  last  of  the  prefects  on  their  rounds  ,  was  broken  by  footsteps  ,  causing  green  eyes  to  raise  in  the  direction  ,  pushing  away  from  the  wall  .     ❝             don’t  tell  me  your  breaking  curfew  on  the  first  night  here  ?  ❞

location  :  hogwarts  halls  !  tagged  :  @lumosreblogs​  !  status  :  open  !

following rules was a habit that marlene had never been able to get into, even when she was trying. when the whim to do something that was maybe (or definitely) against the rules, she did it. and she had friends in high places, friends who let slip details of the prefect’s rounds, so she wasn’t too worried about sneaking down to the kitchens once curfew was well and truly in place. “hey there, big shot.” marlene’s smirk becomes a full blown grin when she spots her dorm-mate lurking around the corner. a shrug of her shoulders and an “i got hungry,” is the answer that she gives. “don’t tell me you’re handing out detentions on the first night either?”