#moderatelymoony

                Marlene had always been one to push herself. She would forever do everything with just a little too much passion. She hated more than was reasonable and loved a little too fast and hard. She was built to exist in extremes and today that extreme was Quidditch. Practice was always about going hard, working until everything a c h e d but tonight it was more than an ache, it was a throb. Her hands were rubbed raw from gripping her broom too tight, her arms shook as pulled off her gear. Bruises would cover her skin from bludggers hitting her wrong and quaffles she had flown in the way of. Marlene always pushed hard, always enjoyed the ache, but anyone who took a second look would see this time she had gone too far, but Marlene made sure no one looked. 

                All through practice she had laughed, she had smiled and she had [𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭]. Nothing was wrong, nothing was wrong. Marlene was pissed off about the girl and had a bone to pick, but she was fine. Marlene McKinnon was strong and she was fine. 

                Fifteen extra minutes in the showers relaxed her muscles, fifteen extra minutes washed away the blood, fifteen extra minutes gave her time to 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷 the lost comfort of the pain. Ever since the body dropped Marlene had found excuses to lose herself, lovers, drinking, a little high, and now sports. 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓 or ιηтσχι¢αтιση it made no difference she just couldn't afford to be in her right mind. 

Thinking too much about the war and the current matters at hand were no doubt going to be the true demise of the world, Sirius was sure of it. Some people might’ve seen that he had quite a lax approach to things, perhaps not even taking things seriously enough, but that was to be expected. He had a reputation, and he bloody well planned on living up to it, if not surpassing people’s expectations of him. The sunlight was streaming through the blinds of his window by now, stirring him awake rather jarringly. Blinking heavily for a moment, wiping a hand over his face, it only took a moment to notice the dark curls covering the other pillow. With a glance at the girl’s sleeping face, he tried to put a name to it, but the soured taste of Firewhiskey lingered on his lips, although that was never surprising to him.

Glancing around the room, trying to find some piece of clothing to put on, it was a quick move to untangle himself from the bedding and… Poppy, was it? Maybe Pippa? It’d come back to him eventually. He grabbed for his pants on the floor, pulling them on in a quick movement, before realizing the urgency of getting that horrible taste out of his mouth.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he wandered out of his bedroom, he shut the door as quietly as he could behind him, not wanting to wake her. It was no surprise that he could already here the soft movements like always, Remus tinkering about in the kitchen since who knows when, as it more often than not it seemed impossible for the other to sleep past the crack of dawn. “Morning,” he said softly, announcing his arrival into the kitchen as he padded through the kitchen. He gave a quick glance at whatever was cooking, before smiling and reaching for two tea cups, knowing that more than likely it wouldn’t be long before his guest was awake.

It's probably an extreme talent to be able to lose something without ever leaving your room. James stares at his open bag lying on the bed, trying desperately to recall where the cloth bandages are, and if he even has any left. He knows that supplies are constantly low, but someone stealing his bandages is a stretch. Heaving a sigh, he falls backwards onto the mattress and just stares at the ceiling, contemplating asking Lily but ultimately deciding against it because then she'd ask why he needed bandages and he doesn't really have time to explain why he likes hanging out with dangerous creatures at night. He can't even ask his wife where the bandages are.

James groans into the pillow, finding some hidden motivation in him to get off the bed and just finish packing for tonight. He'll just wing it, hoping that the Wolfsbane will work well enough that they won't have any need for healing supplies. He's very good at lying, especially to himself.