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“I’m pretty sure I used one to put my hair up earlier? Let me check… Umm, yup. Of course, now my super-cute messy bun is ruined, but I suppose I can forgive you because I love you. I wouldn’t do that for just anybody, y’know.”

“Aw you love me? Isn’t that special. I’m pretty fond of you. You smell nice and you do the dishes.”

“After you lost my glitter pen? No thank you, Marly. I rather not. It’s nothing personal, except it totally is. My poor glitter pen.” He sighed sadly, before turning back to Marlene. “I think I saw a plain, not-glittery, pen in the kitchen drawer. It has blue ink and zero glitter. I checked.”

“Nicky poo,” Marlene sighed, “I said I would buy you a whole pack of brand new glitter pens when I book another wedding -- I just haven’t booked a wedding yet,” she frowned. “Once I have the money we’ll only have glitter pens in this house. Only glitter. None of that -- non glitter shit.”

Yeah! I always keep an extra one handy for when I write prescriptions. 

Great. Thanks. I have to sign off on these papers before I send these films over to get them developed and I thought I threw a pen in my bag but I guess I forgot.

“You know, it’s probably a blonde thing. That’s why Adele’s hair is lighter now. The Grammys are a blonde conspiracy, which is fine by me because you know who’s blonde and even has a song about it? Bridgit Mendler. My queen. I’m also blonde. Does that mean I have Grammy Material?” He says, casually ignoring the comment about his feelings towards Taylor. “But if she’s a witch then she probably went to Hogwarts and has one of those pretentious scarves for her house and that’s too uncool for Adele.”

“Okay but Nicholas, Adele was killing the game even when she had that red hair and a beehive so it’s not all a blonde’s game,” Marlene sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. “Listen, Nicholas. I’ve said it before -- albeit privately -- and I’ll say it again. I don’t even know who Bridgit Mendler is? Was she the one on the Disney Channel? I’m genuinely confused please educate me Leader of the Blondes,” Marlene curtsied before snapping back up to defend Adele - “Okay, she might have a pretentious scarf but do you think she actually wears it? She’s fucking ADELE. She doesn’t give a shit about anything -- and if she did wear it, she’d probably pull it off better than Harry fuckin’ Potter himself.”

Nicholas started gathering the strength he’d probably need in a matter of seconds, and tried to continue carefully. “And he hasn’t been the same ever since. I know. But I just… she also got one for ‘Shake it Off’, and you know I loved that song, but is it really fair for one person to get the grammy for the same album on two different years? I mean, it’s not unheard off, but my complaint isn’t with Taylor it’s with the industry. Plus, if they didn’t do those things she maybe would’ve taken out another album by now, and you know you would’ve loved that.” 

“Okay sure, but Meghan Trainor also was nominated for a Grammy last year and she somehow won Best New Artist this year -- the same thing happened to Lady Gaga a few years back,” Marlene rolled her eyes, “I’m sensing some hostility towards Taylor whether you’re willing to admit it or not. And besides, these Grammys don’t matter considering next year Adele will kill every muggle in the room when she takes home every single one for 25. I’m not sayin’ Adele’s a witch but - Adele’s a witch.”

“Look,I’m not saying that Taylor didn’t deserve it, but the album is from 2014! And her vocals are not that good. I’m sure that when Bridgit finally brings out her new album she will slay her. Mark my word.”

“Nicholas Bicholas,” Marlene started, her hands slowly forming themselves into fists, “I am willing to fight you over Taylor. You know this. We know this. We all know this. I nearly murdered Lucas last time he mentioned Taylor an a disparaging way.”

“O-oh man, y-you gotta r-r-ead the latest Injustice C-omic, it is f-f-fantastic!”

“I’ve always been more of a Marvel girl. I’m really most excited for the Gwenpool series they’re doing. This whole Gwen Stacy renaissance is fascinating to me on all sorts of levels.”

“Thank god I’m not one of those, then. Can you picture that? You probably can since you’re such a great photographer -see what I did there?- Uhh in that hypothetical universe I would never leave you guys alone. Like, that’s the whole point of its imaginary existence, duh.” He elbowed her in the ribs, not hard enough for it to hurt her (in his brotherly opinion, at least.) “How expensive is a raw lobster? Maybe we could cook one ourselves I think I have a recipe for that somewhere…”

“I threw up in my mouth and I want the last two minutes of my life back, Nicholas. I want all 120 seconds of it,” Marlene groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Okay, yeah, but I’m pretty sure as soon as I start mackin’ on my hot babe or dude you’d be out of the room so fast it wouldn’t even matter if the situation was hypothetical or not,” Marlene stood taller, knowing full well she found a way to defeat her brother before hunching over as his elbow made contact with her ribs. “Okay, uncalled for. Absolutely uncalled for and I’m telling Dads. Also Callum since we all know I’m his favorite since I’m the cutest. As for the price of lobster, uh, I dunno. We can stop by Trader Joe’s or Shaw’s later and see. I don’t think they’ll be that expensive right now since it’s, you know, winter. Most people are huddling over bowls of soup.”

“Who gets married on New Year’s Eve? And more importantly, who goes to a wedding in New Year’s Eve if they’re not getting paid? Were they at least good enough for your fancy camera? But it’s whatever. God I haven’t seen Lucas in like a week I miss him. -I wish that psychic connection thing was true so I could cockblock you guys and never miss you or something- I mean, dunno I haven’t gotten a Valentine’s Day Date since I was like, nineteen? That’s almost four years, god I feel old.”

“Uh, muggles do apparently. Heterosexual Muggles will do a lot of things that seem pointless and stupid, but, alas, they do them anyway,” Marlene rolled her eyes. “I got recommended to them by another couple I shot for, so, I had to do it to build up a cliental. I’m going to guess based off of the amount the husband was drinking at the wedding and the wife was avoiding, I might be doing those stupid maternity portraits soon enough. Definitely one of those shotgun wedding situations,” Marlene grinned. “HEY leave my romantic partners and I alone -- I want a lobster, Nicholas. I want a LOBSTER. Oh, Lucas says hi I think. I dunno we just kind of laid on the couch doing absolutely nothing and hardly even speaking so, he might not even want to see you ever again for all I know. Doubtful, but possible.”

“Yeah, I guess… what did you do? it’s kinda weird that I don’t know since we live together.”

“I shot a wedding actually. Well, at least for most of New Year’s Eve... after the Wedding Party told me I could go home, I think I hung out with Lucas for a bit before falling asleep. New Year’s is stupid. I’m more of a Valentine’s Day fan myself. Perfect day to snag drunk and lonely men and women looking for a last minute date to buy a lobster for.”

“The good thing is that I got payed extra for working on New Year’s Eve. The bad thing is that I got kissed by a woman in her late forties. This is going to be a crazy year, huh?”

“Ay! Lookin’ good hot stuff.”

“Oh, c’mon it’s not that bad,” he says, and he takes a sip from Marlene’s discarded drink, instantly feeling dizzy. His clearly showed his disgust, but he couldn’t let Marlene win, so he finished the rest of the drink. “Ugh-I mean…  what did you say you wanted? Firewhiskey? Doesn’t sound very friuty to me, but it’s your choice.”

“I can tell you’re hiding it but I’ll let it pass and allow you to feel big this time,” Marlene rolled her eyes, “I know it’s not fruity, but it’s at least sweet -- even if it burns a little. I just want something sweet, you know? I don’t care, I just want anything sweet and sugary.”

“uhh, okay. I suppose you’re right. I wouldn’t know, anyways.” He mimicks her shrug without noticing and then plays close attention to her reaction. “Oh my god did you seriously have to spit that on my counter!” He shouts between laughs. “I totally warned you, through. I mean, I even added soda and stuff. What are you having, then? Some lemonade?”

“You wouldn’t know because you don’t think like I do, Nicky baby,” Marlene grinned. “I’M SORRY BUT IT’S SO GROSS! IT’S SO GROSS!” Marlene sputtered. “Cranberry juice with vodka sounds good. Or -- straight firewhisky.”

“Why did you need a taxi for, anyways? -Here, grab your drink.- couldn’t you just apparate?”

“I could have, but I don’t like to apparate when I’m going to be in a very muggle area. It’s just easier to take a cab.” Marlene shrugged before grabbing her drink and taking a swig. “GOD -- what’s even in this? Is there actual blood in this? Did you murder someone and hide the body in this? Can I have something fruity and sweet instead? Like. Taylor Swift in a glass.” 

Ugh. Did you really need me to picture that? No offence, but I didn’t want to get that mental image. Anyways, I’ll mix it with soda in case you can’t deal with it, okay?

“Don’t test me then, Nick. Also, that’s fine. Go ahead. Do what you want.”