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And how after she starts losing her family her art gradually grows even messier but less colorful, mixing colors almost violently until they just become shades of grey.

Mordred Mckinnon: former slytherin, pureblood wizard and the Mckinnons’ father. Serious man, distant but blindly devoted to his family and ideals. Former housemate of many Death Eaters, was asked to join but refused.

Ella Mckinnon: german witch, attended durmstrang in her school years. Died during the birth if Marlene’s younger sister, Myrcella. A firecracker like Marlene.

Maddox Mckinnon: oldest son of the Mckinnon clan, former ravenclaw. The most similar to their father, personality and appearence-wise. Him and his father were abducted and killed together.

Maverick Mckinnon: second son, calm and mild, patient and a good chess player. Hufflepuff. By the time he was murdered his wife was expecting. He was the last son to be killed.

Micah Mckinnon: youngest son, most similar to Marlene as they were both sorted into Gryffindor. The first Mckinnon to die, former member of the Order.

Myrcella Mckinnon: youngest child, shy and with a delicate health as she was born premature. Marlene took it upon her to raise Myrcella as a mother figure. The last Mckinnon to be killed.

                There   is   something   somber   about   his   words   (   when   James   talks,   he   always   does   it   with   a   dose   of   humor   and   spark   and   idealism   ),   this   time,   his   words   reek   of   despair,   and   as   much   as   Marlene   wants   to   punch   it   out   of   him,   she   finds   herself   simply   tightening   her   fingers   into   a   fist,   and   her   free   hand   tosses   her   cigarette   from   her   lips   onto   the   ground,   and   her   heavy   boot   stomps   on   it   with   unlikely   viciousness.

            You’re   gonna   catch   the   rug   on   fire   –   James   never   worries   about   details   like   that,   and   Marlene   scoffs   and   huffs   and   she   cannot   tell   if   it’s   the   cigarette   smoke   or   James   gloominess   that   leaves   a   sour   taste   on   her   tongue.

              James   almost   died.   James   and   Lily   almost   died   on   separate   ocassions,   and   the   fact   remains   that   as   much   as   they   remain   strong   and   steady   (   or   try   to   ),   they   both   endured   the   worst   out   of   the   Cruciatus   Curse.   James’   own   scars   still   linger   on   his   arms   and   chest,   his   neck,   as   if   a   rope   had   been   tied   around   it   and   squeezed   until   it   burned   the   skin.  

            There   comes   a   point   when   Marlene   cannot   take   it   any   longer,   “   come   off   it,   potter   –   you’re   giving   me   a   fuckin’   headache   !   ”   words   come   out   harsh,   almost   a   full   –   blown   yell   (   don’t   say   we’ll   die,   don’t   say   we’ll   die.   Heroes   aren’t   supposed   to   die   ),   and   she’s   bouncing   from   her   chair   to   glare   directly   into   James’   eyes,   hands   resting   on   either   side   of   the   bed   frame,   as   if   cornering   the   fucker   until   he   takes   back   what   he   said   –   don’t   fucking   say   we’ll   die.

But   then,   it   comes   out   of   his   mouth,   and   it   sounds   foreign,   not   because   of   the   words   themselves,   but   because   James   say   it   like   something   that   ought   not   to   be   said   out   loud.

It’s just the reverse de development she suffers, the absolute crushing of youth innocence and idealism. Marlene mckinnon would NEVER run away and hide, Marlene mckinnon wouldn’t abandon her friends and ideals.