MARCELINA BLOEM

Sighing, a little smile splayed across her features at the sight of a friendly face. “I don’t think it’ll kill me. Plus, who else is going to do it if I stop?” Nova was grateful for comforting tone Marce was expressing however, she gently shook her head in light protest. “I just need tea or coffee, I’ll be alright. What’re you doing up though?”

“You know, I’m pretty sure lack of sleep can kill people,” Marce spoke with a sigh, wrapping her arms around the other. “Nova, you’re not the only person in the whole world who can help. Come on, this isn’t even our job.” She knew Nova was not going to give up this easily but neither was Marce. “Prefect rounds,” she simply shrugged her shoulders. “Come on, you’ll feel way better after you get a good amount of sleep, I promise.”

“Don’t call me that,” he replied, squinting up at her. James rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what that means,” he added. “What is Sims?” He stayed cross-legged with his playbook out on his lap, but instead of continuing to scribble different arrows and lines to indicate who went where, he just closed it with his pen sandwiched between the pages. “Did you want something or are you just here to call me annoying nicknames?”

“It’s a uh... computer game,” Marce explained with a frown on her face. Yes, she knew that things haven’t been easy, not for James, not for anyone else but it really did not give him the right to be so rude. “You know, I only wanted to see how you’re holding up but seeing as you’re an insufferable arse about it, I’ll just say, go take a bloody shower because not even Snape had hair this greasy and have fun with being a lonely arsehole, you knob,” she piped out because she was not in a mood for dealing with that grumpiness.

“Thanks” She said with a small smile “Uhm, that really sounds good, then, let’s get going”

As soon as they entered the kitchens, Marcelina got to make two cups of hot cocoa. “Do you want a lot of marshmallows or A LOT of marshmallows?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Still….” She trailed off, a ridiculous smile appearing on her face as her mind drifted to Scorpius. At Marce’s statement, Octavia frowned. “Aw, babe no. I’m sorry. They’re an idiot to not see how great you are.”

“Lanny boy!” Drunk Marce, who’s changed into Nathaniel (she’s been drunk quite a lot of times these past few days) walked up towards her Ravenclaw pal, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh babe! It’s you! It’s ALWAYS been you! Can we go back together pleaseeee?” she pleaded, after she basically threw herself into Landon’s arms, smiling giddily to him. However, what she forgot about was the hair so there she was, with Nate’s body, face and voice but with her long, flowy mermaid hair. What A LOOK, Nate should consider that.

“It was, until I woke up, now I’m freezing”

“Oh no!” she exclaimed, quickly wrapping her arms around Rose. “Better now? Let’s go back to the castle, I’ll make you some hot cocoa, hmm?”

“You know I’m kidding. I’d not do that to you. Plus isn’t he dating someone?” She mused, grinning as her friend groaned. “Ugh, fine. I’ll do it but I won’t like it.”

“And I did and I’m pretty damn good at it.” He teased with a grin, preening at her touch. “We’re not gonna text one another about it. We’re idiots.” He said with a laugh. “Alright… you have a point. Maybe if you think about Tavi and Scorpius the same thing will happen to you.”

Albus: sup babe?

Albus: oh godric

Albus: Wait... what? How drunk WAS I

Albus: oh thank god, we'd be terrible parents

Albus: shit... really?

Marce: first of all, RUDE

Marce: speak for yourself, i’d be an amazing mother 🤰🏼🤱🏼

Marce: yeah 😬😬😬

Marce: so i’m just letting you know in case she decides to talk to you or something??? i mean, i don’t think she will but who knows?????

Marce: hi bb! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Marce: i need to tell you something......

Marce: i’m pregnant and it’s yours 🙃🙃🙃

Marce: no i’m not and this one is going to be worse

Marce: i was drunk and tavi kept asking so i told her i’m still in love with you to get her to bugger off

Leia stuck her tongue out at her friend. “I know. Your dad and I already  have an arrangement.” She teased with a grin before letting out a sigh. “I dunno, half of hogwarts? What do you want, my dear sweet Marce?”

“Have I told you I love you?” He said with a laugh, wrapping his arms around her. “Alright then, you may need to text me to remind me.” Albus teased. He crinkled his nose at the image of Frank Marce painted. “Oh no. I’m not into that at all… that’s… that’s just awful. Not my type in the slightest.”