#mrlene

“you’d better have got me something good, lene.” birthdays with his mates are the only truly good birthdays he’s had. the ones he’d had as a child had been more about showing him off than about having a nice day. he has long since decided to take some advantage of it. and besides - it’s his first birthday since getting the hell out of that place. “i have absolutely nothing but my school things to my name, you know. it’s nearly like i’m turning one.” 

-----   𝕮𝖔𝖔𝖑   𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙   𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖘   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊   𝖆𝖘   𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞   𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞   𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖜   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘.   snitch   is   out,   clearly.   as   both   seekers   are   zooming   about   wildly   on   the   hunt.   everything   is   going   so   fast,   lucius   is   not   even   thinking.   he   is   simply   acting   upon   every   instinct.   bat   in   hand,   he   spots   the   bludger   headed   towards   their   seeker.   lucius   races   on   his   brand   new   nimbus   1700,   diving   in   front   and   batting   it   away   with   a   hard   smack.   he   chases   it   then,   hoping   that   if   he   can   hit   the   bludger   once   more,   he   can   hit   ravenclaw’s   seeker.   but,   the   other   team’s   beater   has   had   the   same   idea   and   reaches   the   bludger   before   lucius   is   able   to.   time   slows   for   a   minute   as   he   watches   the   dark   brown   ball   hit   and   fly   across   the   pitch.   it   hits   marlene’s   broom   and   sends   her   to   the   grass   below   with   a   hard   thud   and   crash.   “   fuck,   fuck,   fuck   .   .   .   “   lucius   mutters   under   his   breath,   racing   downwards.   the   second   his   feet   hits   the   grass,   he   is   sprinting.   “   marlene   !!   marlene   .   .   .   “   he   kneels   beside   her,   fingers   grazing   over   the   cut   on   her   forehead,   tenderly.   too   tenderly.   but,   she’s   alive.   she   very   well   could   have   died   at   the   height   she   fell.   he   leans   forward,   kissing   her   forehead   with   relief,   despite   the   dirt   and   blood   smeared   across   it.   “   you’re   supposed   to   be   batting   the   bloody   thing   away,   not   getting   knocked   out   by   it.   you   absolute   idiot.   “

shame my muse

@mrlene​  sent  ✐

❝ I am sorry, Lene, ❞  is pronounced anew while Mary goes around the couch, trailing a hand on its arms on her way towards Marlene, hoping that doing so will help to steady her fawn-like walk. ❝ I ... I did not want to wake you up, ❞  nor did she want to cause worry. Silence settles between the two; Despite the sudden way they have found the other, it feels comfortable, and stirs at each crack and pop coming from the fireplace. ❝ I had a nightmare, ❞ she begins, quietly. ❝ So I ... ❞ Mary makes a vague, circular gesture behind her shoulders with her hand. ❝ I came down here, ❞ well into the night, the Common Room is safer than any other place inside the castle — and warmer, too. How long she wanted to stay here Mary makes not mention of, but one can gander a guess. An hour, two, perhaps even all night ... ❝ Lene ... ❞  third time she pronounces the nickname, and each time her voice gets softer. Sorry for waking you up, sorry for making you worry. I am here. Lips move soundlessly for a moment — but nothing else follows, save for an apologetic glance she throws at Marlene from under her lashes. 

"i don't know that they're hopeless," she says. "but they're certainly not filled with hope." is war ever? the older girl tucks hair behind her ear, giving the other a gentle look. "you don't have to fight them."

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