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Marlene Mckinnon. 22. Hit Witch.
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"me? come on, mckinnon. you and i both know that i'm not the type to wear a tie to an office job. i think i'd rather the war take me if that's the case." normal seemed like a too distant thought to bring into reality and so remus just gave a rapsy chuckle at the idea. what he didn't say was he didn't want to turn into his father, who did the same thing. "unbearably earnest? you've been hanging out with lily far too much, i swear." but marlene wasn't far from the truth and remus considered that a better character trait than anything else.
he smiled down at her hand and tugged her closer. the alcohol burned brightly down his throat and loosened all the knots of anxiety. here, remus could unfold and pretend that nothing mattered outside of this living room. he leaned against marlene's shoulder and sighed. "yeah, well, makes you think who has a file on moody. i bet his file is this big," remus said, using his hands to display a rough estimated size. "a parade?" he grinned. remus tried to imagine that; what a life would look like after the war. he forgot that there could be one. remus had spent more time thinking about his death and who would be there, if there was anyone left. "that's it, i'm really just fighting for free bar tabs, posters of my face in every shop, and therapy. and world peace, of course." he was glad he still had his sense of humor through this all and clung to it like wet clothes. "my coping mechanism is my personal stash which won't keep me going if you come and break in here and polish it off, you little rat."
Marlene laughed, allowing herself to lean into his side when he pulled her closer. “You say that now, but give it ten years and I'll find you wearing a tie and complaining about paperwork.” She shook her head dramatically. “And don't blame Lily for your earnestness. You've always been like this. It's one of your more tolerable qualities.”
The blonde nudged his shoulder with hers. “Fine, then. We'll settle for free drinks, therapy, world peace, and posters of our faces everywhere. Though if I'm being honest, I mostly joined the Order for the inevitable public adoration.” At his accusation, she pressed a hand to her chest in mock offense. “Your stash? Remus Lupin, I was safeguarding it. Frankly, you should be thanking me for my service.”
Evelyn chuckled, knowing very well Marlene would hate to knock. Before they knew it, the Hit Witch blasted the door and Evelyn followed right behind her, wand already ready. The contrast with Marlene's fire, her posture was more serene, quiet. She looked around and began to wave her wand, sealing any potential exit but also keeping an eye on Marlene and watching her back.
The auror walked slowly. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." she barely breathed. And then, all of a sudden, a blast of white light came towards her. "Fuck" Evelyn ducked just in time before throwing a spell of her own, a silent petrificus totalus. "We have company!" She told Marlene, letting her know that it wasn't just the man they were after.
Marlene had barely made it three steps into the house before the spell flew past Evelyn's head. For one terrifying second, her stomach dropped. The very next moment, pure adrenaline took over. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." The annoyance in her voice was completely undermined by the grin spreading across her face.
"Duck." The warning left her mouth a fraction of a second before she stepped in front of Evelyn's line of fire, sending a barrage of spells down the corridor. Furniture exploded, a lamp shattered against the wall and someone cursed from deeper inside the house.
She spotted movement and didn't hesitate. "Found one." The witch surged forward, reckless as ever, wand raised and pulse thundering in her ears. "Try not to let them kill me, Fawley," she called over her shoulder, already chasing after the fleeing figure. "Moody would never forgive you."
"Yes well, she believes very strongly in karma," he laughed a little. "It keeps her from saying anything mean." About most people anyway; his father was an exception. "It sounds like quite a boring story to me," he replied, grimacing. He had at least learned that you couldn't trust everything you read in the paper.s
"It really has been quite upsetting," he agreed solemnly. "I don't think I can even play the same anymore." He grinned as she laughed, gesturing down at his shoes. "Plain and simple."
“Your mother has considerably more self-control than I do, then,” Marlene replied with a laugh. “If someone’s being awful, I generally prefer they know exactly what I think of them.” There was a flicker of something knowing in her expression before she shook it off with an easy shrug. “Though she's probably right. Most people aren't worth the effort.”
Her gaze dropped to his shoes when he gestured toward them and she nodded solemnly. “Excellent choice, sir.” The corner of her mouth twitched. “Because if one of those disappears tonight, I refuse to spend the next six months listening to you explain how it ruined your Quidditch career.” She nudged him with her shoulder before pointing further down the street. “Now stop talking about shoes and help me pick a pub. Should we pretend to be other people for the night or is that pushing it too far?."

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Mary stared at her friend for a moment. "My plants have it together. I, however do not. Well, I suppose I do when it comes to the greenhouse. Just don't look behind the bigger plants. I may be hiding a pile of dry leaves there." And some other things she hadn't quite found a place yet, like fertilizer and crates to store dried herbs in. "But I appreciate that you think I do. Honestly." Perhaps it was their friendship, or simply the way Mary moved through life but she cared. The tiniest flicker and she found herself worrying, wanting to reassure Marlene that it was alright to think that way. "If it helps, I thought you have it rather well together yourself."
The witch flicked her wand, grabbed a pot and began moving about while the other worked on the vegetables. "Would it make you feel calmer if we practiced a little? Not right now, but who better to teach me to kick ass than you." Truly, she believed that. - @mk-marlene
"Your plants are quite a reflection of yourself, babe, and they're beautiful," Marlene told her friend, a warm smile on her lips. "But that is life, you know? Not everything is perfect, there will be some dry leaves in between the blooming flowers," the blonde added with a wink of her eye, softening the topic as they reached a point that, at least to her, was becoming a bit uncomfortable. She laughed, a short but genuine one, at Mary's words. "I'm honored you think so highly of me, love, but I'm nowhere near of having it together."
"Absolutely," Marlene chimed with excitement, the idea sounding all too good to her ears as she wanted nothing less than her friends to remain safe throughout this war. "I can teach you some defense moves, favorite spells of mine. You'll be all settled with that, Mare."
Edith's lips twitched in an almost smile. She really shouldn't be seen talking to Marlene and enjoying it. Marlene was brave and capable but Edith didn't want to be the reason she got hurt. No way would she ever want that.
"I handicap myself." She admitted as the pieces protested loudly. One even threw a tiny stool at her, which she caught easily. "But I normally do that anyhow. Otherwise the games go too fast, y'know? It's like watching The Harpies play. You know they're going to win."
The witch was curious now, more than she would've admitted on a typical day, but she'd been all too bored and decided on taking the seat across Edith. "Well, you've got my attention now. I mean, what is even the point in playing a game if you know what the outcome will be?" Marlene agreed with her premise. "So, would you share your tricks for free or is there a price?"
She was a sight for sore eyes, she has always been. Sirius offered her a relaxed smile, his lips kissing now the column of her throat, all the way up to her lips. He kissed her chin and then the corner of her mouth. For someone who lived a relatively fast life, Sirius liked to take his time with her.
"Yes, you are very good at spelling" he hummed softly before kissing her again. "I am very clever, yes, thank you" Sirius smirked before pressing another lingering kiss on her lips.
Sirius continued to work on her, his fingers combing her hair delicatedly. "Oh, wow", he hummed, pressing himself more against her, letting her feel that the feeling was mutual. After a moment, he pulled away from her, his eyes glowing with mischief. Before he could even do anything else, he slid down to his knees and began to work on her pants. "I cannot have you here wanting me and not doing anything..."
Marlene let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she looked down at him. “See, this is exactly the problem with you.” The words came softer than intended, her fingers already slipping into his dark hair. She couldn't seem to stop touching him tonight. Then again, after nearly getting herself killed a few hours ago, maybe she had earned the right.
“You survive one mission looking annoyingly handsome and suddenly I'm expected to behave rationally.” A grin tugged at her lips and she did the same with his hair, just enough to steal another kiss from him before he could get too far away, lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
For a moment, she simply looked at him. The bruises on his face. The mess of his hair. The stupid confidence that had gotten under her skin years ago and apparently had no intention of leaving. Her gaze stayed fixed on his as he lowered himself, the sight sending a fresh rush of warmth through her chest. “Then again,” she murmured, biting down on her bottom lip and her thumb brushing along his jaw as her pulse kicked a little harder, “I suppose there are worse ways to celebrate surviving.”
Evelyn actually adored Moody, he was a cranky man, crass and rude, but deep down he had a good heart and it was on the right place. In such a male dominated field, he took a chance on her and she didn't want to disappoint him at all. She had always been a model student and later and auror, and intended to keep it that way. "Will be a great belated christmas gift" she joked.
The auror smirked before apparating her and Marlene right on the corner of the address that she had. Evelyn noticed some of her men covering the key spots. She took out her wand and lifted her free hand, her open palm facing the house while her wand drew a large X on the air. Evelyn muttered a spell of her own creation, one that would prevent him from apparating away or using the floo network, basically trapping him inside the house.
She nodded her head and walked towards the front door. "Should we knock or...?" She asked with an amused smirk, stepping aide to leave Marlene McKinnon do her best.
Marlene watched the spell settle over the house, satisfaction curling in her chest. No apparition. No Floo. No easy escape. Perfect.
At Evelyn's question, she looked at the front door for a long moment before turning back with a grin that could only mean trouble. "Knock?" The blonde scoffed. "Ev, we've spent months chasing this prick. I think we're a little past knocking."
Without another word, Marlene raised her wand. "Reducto." The front door exploded inward with a deafening crack. The witch stepped through the opening immediately, her wand pointed and her loud voice carrying through the house. "Department of Magical Law Enforcement!" she shouted. "Congratulations, you miserable bastard. Today's your unlucky day."
"I don't think so either, but the managing staff insisted and there is little I can do to sway them. I'm not scared of one man who has some misguided affection directed at me." She rolled her eyes. "It started with letters about games so he must have been there, but recently he's made some remarks that point to him watching me outside of the pitch. Fans have approached me loads of times, but none of them are him. The wordings specific. I would've noticed. "
"Bloody hell, people are batshit crazy," the blonde settled on the statement, a bit regarding the stalker, the rest referring to the witch in front of her who dismissed the matter. "This is a liability, Vanity, you could get hurt. It's not a publicity issue, hence why the managing staff called us," Marlene explained, exasperated. "Think you can give me these letters? I'll solve it fast as I can, get this over for both of us."

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"So if we can't blame your immaturity what can we blame?" she asked teasingly. She rolled her eyes at Marlene's 'lovebird' comment but grinned anyway, unable to help her smile when James was the topic of conversation. "I didn't know! I just woke up and he wasn't there so I went looking for him," she explained. "But I did offer to get back into bed and I was still in my pyjamas," Lily defended with a laugh. "Well no, it's not going to end well," she agreed.
"I am not immature," she corrected her friend, her features turning serious for a split second. "But we need not blame a thing, I just don't think cooking is a necessary skill as of now in my life," the blonde explained with a dismissive shrug of her shoulders, her life currently revolved around a war and sometimes drinking, cooking didn't seem to fit between her priorities. Marlene shook her head, chuckling at Lily's words. "Oh come now, you should stay in bed on the weekends, let him come to you or linger in it with you," she told her with a smile. "Enjoy the fact you're married and he's absolutely in love with you." She paused, taking in the redhead's next words, agreeing with them but choosing not to make further comments about it, the less they could talk about it, the better.
Mary turned toward her, a big head of lettuce in her arms. "Me? Have things figured out? As far as my greenhouse goes. Nothing beyond the borders of that." It truly didn't feel that way. Besides, if not for the greenhouse she very likely would have fallen into pure chaos. A tether, she'd have considered it that much.
"Could you cut this one? And maybe some of the veggies." For the salad. She'd placed most of the vegetable options into a wooden bowl by then. "I think when it comes down to it, I'll be ready. I am ready." She had been out in the field plenty, but there was some truth to the face that Mary did lack the training the other held. - @mk-marlene
"It looks like you do, at least," Marlene offered with a small smile, encouraging and warm, protective of her friend's wellbeing in such a cruel world. "I mean, even if it's just your greenhouse-- that's better than most, and that's all that matters," she offered, suddenly feeling her words heavier than intended. The blonde brushed it off as per usual, the smile on her lips turning from nostalgic into apologetic.
"Of course I can," the witch told her friend reassuringly as she beggan cutting the vegetables. "I'm sorry if I come off too strong with this whole matter," she said, finally aknowdledging it all. "I just know that the war is unavoidable and in the end I just want to keep you safe."
"if i keep myself busy, then i can contain it. it's everything else i can't control," he explained poorly. "if there's enough normal for all of us after this, then yeah, i'll have some of that." remus left crumbs when he talked about his childhood, thinking it was more tragic than good sometimes. there were those cracks of light and it was his mother who was often that bright guidance. without her, remus wasn't confident he would've made it through as the same man. and he hated himself more for still needing his dad, asking for the bare minimum each month to get by. so remus told his friends what he could, leaving a trail of tragedies in thirty-seven parts.
remus sighed against the couch. of course everyone was starting to feel the real pains of the war, what it asked of each of them, what they were willing to give up. remus offered himself at its alter like anyone else, wanting it to take what it could, and he would fight like hell to stop the war from spreading and poisoning the lives of others. it was the early days, and yet people had died. remus looked at the other people stacked against each other, wondering if everyone else was dying too, just more slowly. remus couldn't imagine losing the family he barely talked to, couldn't imagine what marlene felt. each death must have carved out a piece of her. remus could imagine a cavern of grief inside her chest. "you know you're not alone, we all love you," he said finally. "and can you promise me something, though? if it gets too hard, please don't disappear."
he shared her grin and gave a small chuckle. "yeah, going from school where everything is praised to joining the order and getting no praise at all. i'll settle for a handshake or a nice present each time i show up still alive. it's honorable and i'm humble about it."
"You'll look good in normal," she teased him. Something in her expression softened at that, the joking ease fading just briefly. Marlene looked down at her glass for a moment before reaching over to squeeze his hand once, warm and grateful. "I know," she said quietly. "And I love you all too, even when you’re unbearably earnest."
His request made her smile faintly, though there was sadness tucked into it. "I won’t disappear," she promised after a beat. "Or at least I’ll try not to. You lot would track me down eventually anyway. Moody probably already has a file on my suspicious behavior."
The blonde leaned back again with a quieter sigh before her grin returned, crooked and more familiar this time. "And honestly, I think surviving this war should earn us something terribly glamorous. A medal, a parade…" she glanced toward the empty whiskey bottle, "or at the very least free drinks for life. We’re heroes, Remus. The public deserves to fund my coping mechanisms."
Sirius kissed her deeply, in the only way Marlene McKinnon deserved to be kissed. He ran his fingers over her hair, combing it gently. It was easy to get lost on her, on the softness of her lips, the warmth of her skin and her scent.
Eventually they had to pull away to breathe, but Sirius remained close to her. His lips curved into a playful smirk. "Oh really?" He asked softly, his thumb gently brushing her cheek. "And what kind of things, exactly?" He asked, pressing light kisses across her jawline, all the way down to her neck.
A shiver ran through her at the feeling of his lips against her skin, her head tilting instinctively to give him more room as her fingers tightened slightly at the back of his neck. Merlin, Sirius Black was unfair when he wanted to be.
His question pulled a breathy laugh from her, softer now, warmer, though the look in her eyes remained dangerous. "You really need me to spell it out for you?" she murmured, heartbeat thundering hard enough she was sure he could feel it beneath his hand. "Thought you were supposed to be clever."
Marlene’s eyes fluttered briefly shut as his lips brushed lower along her neck, and for a second she forgot about the bruises, the blood, the war waiting outside those walls. Her hand slid from the back of his neck into his hair, tugging lightly just to feel his reaction. "It makes me want you," she admitted against his ear, voice low and rough around the edges. "More than I already did, which honestly feels unfair at this point."
Evelyn gave him a look. "Of course I don't doubt our capacity, but I am not taking any chances with this asshole" she pointed out knowingly. "I also do not want to be on the recieving end of Moody's wrath" she then added. Deep down, Evelyn's loyalty laid with Alastor Moody. The man had given her the chance and taught her everything she knew. He was a good man with good morals. Perhaps a shitty temper, but that was needed in times like these.
She looked at Marlene and nodded her head. "Let's go" she said, tightening up her high ponytail. Evelyn walked to the nearest exit and once outside, she held out her hand so she and Marlene could apparate together to the same spot.
Marlene barked out a laugh at the mention of Moody, shaking her head as she followed Evelyn out into the corridor. “Right, because getting murdered by a serial killer would be bad enough, but Moody being disappointed in us?” she scoffed dramatically. “Truly the greater threat.” Still, there was fondness buried beneath the sarcasm. Everyone in the department knew better than to test Alastor Moody’s patience twice.
The second they stepped outside into the cool evening air, the blonnde barely hesitated before taking Evelyn’s hand. Adrenaline was thrumming too loudly through her veins now, sharp and restless and eager. Her grip tightened once. It was good to feel like they did get a chance to win from time to time, even if it felt like it was becoming less frequent. “Let’s go ruin this bastard’s night.” She stated certainly, no room for anything to go wrong this night.

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"That's bullshit," Lily disagreed, rolling her eyes as Marlene dropped her gaze. "For one thing; he sends James on plenty dangerous missions." Which not just made her a little paranoid and a lot pissed off that Moody might be doing it purposefully against her. But not one to let things like this go, she decided she was going to question him about it the next time she saw him. "That's not fair to say," she frowned, her eyes leaving the drawers to search Marlene's face.
"Do you-- Whatever," she sighed, deciding to just drop it instead. She was getting annoyed and not only would that distract her, but it wasn't really fair to put on Marlene. She had to purse her lips to stop herself talking, far too impulsive for her own good.
She gave Marlene a pointed look, shaking her head, "And lucky for you I have enough forethought to look after you too." Her husband was never able to sit still, she was well used to the people around her moving and acting before they even thought about it. "Wait," she ordered as her friend went towards another drawer. "Listen." She crouched down beside the chest, ear pressed to the drawer in question. "Can you hear that?"
Marlene looked like she was about to argue back at Lily’s immediate dismissal, something sharp already sitting at the edge of her tongue, but the other witch cutting herself off stopped her short. The blonde’s expression softened just slightly instead, guilt flickering briefly beneath the usual bravado. "Hey," she said quieter this time, nudging her friend lightly with her shoulder. "I didn’t mean it like that."
The moment didn’t last long before Lily’s next comment pulled a grin out of her. "Merlin, Lils, you make me sound like a stray dog you reluctantly adopted." Still, there was affection buried deep beneath the teasing, obvious in the way Marlene stayed close without even thinking about it.
At the sudden order to stop, her posture shifted instantly alert. The humour vanished as she crouched beside the redhead, wand tightening in her grip. For a second all she could hear was the storm outside and the groan of the old manor settling around them. Then she heard it, some faint scratching. The witch's brows lifted. "Right," she muttered under her breath. "That is definitely either very good or very bad." A beat. "You want to open it, or should I continue making terrible life choices for the both of us?"
"Well if I was to listen to my mother it's only because their own lives are so boring," he told her, though he didn't agree. He thought people were just nosy, and didn't care about disrupting other people's lives as long as it didn't hurt their own. His mother was very much a believer that people were only mean to you because they were jealous of you. Lucian knew that some people were just pricks. "I am very interesting," he joked.
"Encouraging the spiral is exactly why I blame you," he scoffed, eyeing her grin warily. He laughed again, nudging her in the side. "They were expensive shoes," he joked.
Marlene laughed softly under her breath. "Mm, see, I think your mother gives people far too much credit. Most of them are just bored and invasive." She glanced sideways at him then, a teasing smile tugging at her mouth. "Though, to be fair, you are very interesting. Tragic backstory, Quidditch career, expensive taste in footwear. I mean you’ve got all the makings of a proper public fascination."
The witch pressed a hand dramatically to her chest as though genuinely stricken. "Lucian Flint, survivor of one terrible night and one devastating financial loss." The laugh that escaped her was warm and easy as she nudged him back. "Maybe tonight you should wear uglier ones. You know, for protection."