#c;marlene

An empty package sat at the foot of Lily’s bed, its contents sprawled across her comforter as she parsed through them. The package had come from her parents, something she hadn’t received in a while, the number dwindling year by year. Perhaps it was the nostalgia of her last year at school that had her mum sending one before November had even come, and it was clear that her father had helped very little in putting it together, save for his name scrawled on the card below her mother’s familiar handwriting. 

Lily had already undone a once tightly wrapped bundle of brown paper, knowing very well the exact almond triangle biscuits her mother would have sent along. Lily nibbled at her third as she flipped through some photographs, the very muggle sort, of her parents’ trip to see Petunia in London. The round, stern looking man in the photos who Lily couldn’t recognize must have been this Vernon her sister was apparently smitten with. Hopefully he would be more approachable when the actually met come Christmas time.

Moving on from the photos, Lily poked around some other trinkets, just little knickknacks that filled space. Another deck of cards, a new set of fine-tipped pens Lily used to write in her journals, a couple of silly stickers with Halloween themed phrases and jargon she could almost hear her mother giggling at in the checkout line. Picking up a mask that she figured was supposed to look like a cat, Lily slipped it over her head and onto her eyes. Turning to Marlene, Lily gave a hearty chuckle. “What do you think? The start of a good costume? I feel like everybody’s got something figured out, I haven’t a clue.”

@markinnon-whoisleft

( @little-marlene )

It was about half way through the Diagon Alley party, and Xenophilius had been having an absolute ball. Drinking disgusting amounts of alcohol, wandering the shops, holding the most random of conversations with strangers. Considering just how many people had turned out to this little shindig, he was honestly surprised at how few familiar faces he had seen. Now that he stopped to think of it, it had been a somewhat lonely night so far. Fun, sure, but devoid of any real human connection thus far. It was just a tad dissapointing, but he wasn’t going to let the thought ruin his night. Instead, he made a beeline towards where the music was loudest. 

Generally, Xenophilius preferred muggle music. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe because he was raised on it. But for some reason, muggle music felt more sincere, more magical to him, ironically. Even so, the band that was hired for the party was actually pretty enjoyable, and Xeno found himself tapping his toes. As the music swelled, and the crowd grew more excited, and he downed yet another shot of firewhiskey, he found himself among the swarm of people dancing under the floating lights. Hair down and waving freely, he let loose with his almost impressively dreadful dance moves. Full passion, no shame. It was just then that he finally spotted a face he recognized through the crowd. He let out a small gasp and grinned wildly.  “Marleeeene!” He called to her over the music, waving wildly. 

Mary had invited herself over to Marlene’s for tea after what felt like an incredibly long week.  She hadn’t told Marlene about it yet, but that was fine.  If you couldn’t show up at your friends house completely unannounced and eat their food and drink their tea, were you even really friends?  It felt like fear, worry, and mistrust were still lingering in the air, and Mary wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk to Marlene about all of her own worries, or if she wanted to chat about everything and anything else.  Maybe a little bit of both - Merlin knew they had a lot to catch up on.  Finding herself at Marlene’s front door, she sang out in tandem with her knocks, “Marlene McKinnon, your favourite person is here to see you!  I’ve even brought biscuits.”

Regulus knew he could be pretty aloof at times, even when he was put into a group with someone during class. He was definitely spacing out while Marlene talked to him and he didn’t hear a thing she said… It was only when he looked up that he noticed her glaring hard at him. He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. “What?” He asked slowly. She was kind of scary.

Mary was giggling as they laid together on her bed with junk food surrounding them and her favorite record playing. She was the type of girl who had an old record player and all of the cool vintage items. One thing let to another in a playful argument and Marlene had the audacity to flip her off! She let out a gasp and tackled Marls back onto the bed with a long stream of giggles. “That was not nice!” There was a pout on her lips but she was still trying to hold back her giggles as she lay across her bestfriend.

Rita didn’t have nightmares often. Her nightmares usually end when she leaves home and goes to school, and they start back up when she moves back home. But here she was, hands shaking as she walked through the halls and sat on a couch with her hands in her hair. It was hard trying to act perfect when she was around others. She shouldn’t show weakness because someone would always try to use it against her, so when she felt someone sit beside her and place their hand on her back she tensed up. “I’m fine...” Rita mumbled.

Air & Fire

Lienna was typically a cold person. Even if it was warm out, she was wearing a sweater because warm to someone else might feel like cool to her. The Professor decided that they would have class outside because the air was warm which Enna always dreads. She found a spot in the most sunny part of the little grassy area, sweater wrapped around her tightly when someone walked up. “It’s warm out. Don’t you feel like you’re on fire?” They looked incredulous as she shook her head. “No, it feels very cold out here for me.”

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