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♛ - Amycus Carrow could not help but to feel smug as he waited in the dark alley, his back against the cold stone wall in almost cliche fashion. The last month had been a mess, his initial betrothal falling through due to a slight indiscretion on his part. Some words were exchanged simply enough between the families but his father had been enraged; he should’ve known well enough not to fuck things up before the marriage went through. But before he could begin enjoying life as a single man once more, his parents quickly, and stealthily, came up with a new arrangement for him. Amycus was now to marry Marlene McKinnon. Part of him was angry, of course. He had no d e s i r e to be wed to anyone at all, preferring to live his life freely. He did not excel at commitment and his parents were setting him up for failure. Even worse, this particular woman intended to make his life a living hell without his ring on her finger; she would only get worse with it there. On the other hand, there had always been something about the blonde; no matter how much she irritated him, infuriated him, he couldn’t bring himself to harm her the way he could anyone else. He had always felt, since childhood, a sense of possession over her. Marlene was his - and now it was going to be official. He heard her before he saw her, the pretty witch passing by his hiding place without seeing him. The wind lifted her blonde hair, letting it drift behind her thin frame. At least he could say she was attractive; some of his friends had been auctioned off to cows. Smoothly he stepped out, following behind her. “Well, if it isn’t my beautiful bride-to-be-...” A smirk danced across his lips as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

@marleneisms

who is more likely to hurt the other?  i think they’re both equally as likely to hurt the other person

who is emotionally stronger? i feel like marlene is?? sirius acts like he is, but his emotions are all over the place, tbh

who is physically stronger? sirius, but only barely

who is more likely to break a bone? it’s probably pretty even, tbh. they both do stupid stuff all the time

who knows best what to say to upset the other? they’re good at arguing. like, really good. so they both say what they can to rile up the other person, but i think that sirius says the more hurtful things.

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? they don’t apologize so much as they end up just making out and forgetting why they argued in the first place ??

who treats who’s wounds more often? i feel like sirius might more often? he can be a mother hen

who is in constant need of comfort? they comfort each other by way of alcohol and distraction

who gets more jealous? sirius. he’s a jealous dude

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? sirius, probably

who will propose? i don’t think either would? they’re not the type to settle down and get all domestic

who has the most difficult parents? probably sirius

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? sirius, but only so he can pull her through a puddle or something

who comes up for the other all the time? wat

who hogs the blankets? sirius wraps himself up like a burrito

who gets more sad? uhhh, they both get pretty sad? but maybe marlene shows it when they’re together just a little bit more? idk ???

who is better at cheering the other up? i think that they both help each other pretty evenly

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? marlene, because sirius is full of siriusly funny puns, lol

who is more streetwise? sirius, i think

who is more wise? probably marlene

who’s the shyest? neither

who boasts about the other more? i could see this going either way, but i’m leaning towards sirius

who sits on who’s lap?  they sit on each other’s lap, lbr

send me ‘mistle mistle’ for our muses to be caught under a mistletoe

“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle alllll the way!” Dirk hollered at the top of his lungs, brandishing a rather large stick of candy cane at the giggling onlookers. There was a buzzing inside him that couldn’t be tamed, one that had coaxed him onto Xeno’s sofa and ended up in a drunken rendition of the popular Christmas song. From his vantage point, he spotted another wild figure in the fray; a bounce of gold curls, the flourish of her dress, cheerful laughter that sparkled. Marly, Marly. As he watched, one of Marlene’s friends was creeping up on her and holding a mistletoe threateningly, making her yelp and duck away.

The common room is full to bursting- the day before Christmas break, nobody was going quietly. He had found himself squished on a one-person couch with Marlene when someone tugged on his arm, someone who gestured up to the mistletoe hanging above them and then was gone giggling back to their friends.

He looked at her, curiously. She shrugged. When they kissed it was a chaste kiss. There was the taste of the champagne they’d been drinking, a hint of raspberry from the tarts that had been passed around the circle of couches but minutes earlier. Afterwards they found out someone had taken a picture.

“Again?” He asks, a smile tugging on his lips as he eyes the sprig of mistletoe above them.