#c:marlene

“What... — What’s that drawn on your shirt?”

Closed for @mckinnxn​ 14th february 1982 at the Rosier Estate 

Gideon wouldn’t exactly say that he was nervous about their mission. He had faith in the people that were assigned to their various tasks and he was confident that he and Marlene could figure their own task out. After all she was so efficient in wards and he wasn’t too shabby himself. Though part of him isn’t all that thrilled to be traipsing around on the Rosier estate. He did manage to get his hands on a potion or too that might prove useful to them. If not to take down the wards then perhaps to take down a pest or two if needed. 

He met up with Marlene a little while after the party started. Right at the time when those inside would be getting too comfortable to wander about too much. He had allowed a friend to pick his attire that night. Wanting to keep it causal but knowing he would have to look as if he belonged were they to be caught wandering around. He had researched several spells and charms that might aid them in taking the wards down and he felt ready to complete any task thrown at them that evening. 

“Well then Miss Mckinnon are you ready to crash the party and take down the wards all at the same time?” He asked with a small smirk as he approached her. She made him feel more confident and at ease. 

scale: fuck off / um. die? / hate / indifference / it’s uh. okay? / kinda cute / adorable / hot / perfect for each other / chemistry up the ass / the steam is clearing my pores / dead and dying and living and crying

why they would work: excuuse me ?  history has proven they don’t.

why they wouldn’t work:  for the sake of me not needing to give the thought of them another moment, i take full credit. it’s me. i’m the reason. sorry, not sorry.

“Alright, whatever homework you’re working on can wait. I have a real problem that needs solving,” Mary said immediately as she burst through the door of her room, seeing Marlene spread out on her bed. Her cat, Nugmeg, rubbed against her ankle and she scooped her up before plopping down on Marlene’s chest at the foot of her bed.

“So I think you’re right. I’m not sure what my feelings have been doing lately, you know in the whole romance department.” Her arms involuntary swung around with her words, but the movement started to jostle Nutmeg so she hugged the cat closer and tried to control herself. “So here’s my thought: meaningless, no-strings-attached hook up to get me back in the swing of it. I’m thinking the Halloween dance makes the perfect time, seeing as I’ll look really hot. So all that’s left, and this is where you come in, is which boy I should make my target for the night.”

@markinnon-whoisleft

𝔸𝔼𝕊𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕋𝕀ℂ 𝟘𝟘𝟛:     ѕιяιυѕ   &   мαяℓєиє

                                          ❝   you spin ME                         right   (  round  )   baby                 right round                      —- like a record baby,                                                                               right round.    ROUND.   ROUND.   ❞​

“I…guess? Hang on, can I check the note?” she snatched the piece of parchment to inspect it and made a face “Yes, it looks like they did. That’s really rude of them” she handed the note back.

She gave the man an appreciative sort of stare. He was a man-candy all right, maybe that was way he was getting called dumb. Of course, assuming that pretty people were automatically stupid was a foolish mistake on its own. Take her as an example.

The man’s face rang a bell, and it took her but a moment to place him. Amycus Carrow, of course. In the end, blood traitors or not, more or less everyone within the pureblood community had seen each other at least once.

“Wow, wow, wow, calm down!” Marlene jumped at the way he suddenly got all angry like a rabid dog “I know it’s not very nice, but it’s not a terrible insult either. Just ignore them”.

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Amycus frowned when she took the note from him but when she confirmed that the person had indeed called him stupid not once, but twice, his anger only grew darker.  He hated when people called him stupid.

No... no that was intolerable...

“Wow, wow, wow, calm down!  I know it’s not very nice, but it’s not a terrible insult either.  Just ignore them.”

Amycus turned to look at her, incredulous.  “Ignore them?” He growled.  “I can’t ignore them.  They called me stupid.”  

Of course, some part of him was aware of the fact that the reason that it bothered him so much was because he thought of himself as stupid.  Not just stupid but a complete imbecile.  He knew was slower than he should be, knew he wasn’t as good as he was supposed to be... and so having someone draw attention to that fact...

His eyes darkened further and he stalked closer to her, sparks of raw magical energy dancing along his forearms as they did when he grew truly pissed, “No one calls me stupid.”