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Marlene was tipsy and linked arm-in-arm with some bloke she wasn’t really listening to. Taking a swig from the bottle in her free hand, she took note of the man’s pause and filled the space with a giggle, which must have been what he wanted since he started talking again. It had been her idea to go to the park. He’d teased about being so adventurous in bed and she wanted to put him to the test. Pulled from her thoughts when her arm was tugged in a different direction, she muttered a “what?”

“There’s a bloke over there. Let’s just go this way.” Marlene looked toward where her company gestured and had to do a double-take, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Oh, hey I know him. You go,” glancing around, her eyes landed on a bench and she motioned to it while pulling her arm away, “Just go wait over there or something.” Then, she took a deep breath and approached Regulus. Compassion. Understanding. Empathy. “Hey Sage, what’s up?” She greeted, taking a seat next to him. “It’s…It’s a bad time for rain, huh?” This was a terrible idea. “Booze?” She offered, holding the bottle out to him and taking a closer look at his face as she did.

Regulus jumped, seeing Marlene. Son of a bitch, he thought he was far enough for the wizarding world that he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew. He didn’t want to run into anyone he knew. He wanted to just sit here and thinking? Was that what he was doing? He didn’t know. “ Rain?” He questioned softly, he was sure his voice would crack any louder. “ Well, aren’t you an angel.” He chuckled sadly taking the offered bottle taking a long swing from it. “ Got any smokes?” He asked.

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As she has never truly experienced love or affection, Bellatrix has them all. Though her primary is through physical touch. She finds ways to touch those she cares for most in subtle ways. Never truly knowing what’s appropriate.

Rodolphus: she touches him (now) with feather light touches. Trailing her fingertips across his body anywhere she can. Gentle kisses and laying her head upon his shoulder.

Narcissa: she reverts back to being a small child. Laying her head in her sister’s lap and fiddling with the hem of her dresses. Squeezing her hand when given and holding her tightly.

Andromeda: she holds her hands, squeezing them as though she ‘s not sure she’s real. Tight hugs and petting of her sister’s dark hair.

Emmeline: long lasting hugs, soft kisses on her face and holding hands. Always holding her best friend’s hand.

Another would be giving gifts. Little things to let them know she thinks of them and cares for them. Things that she knows they might like.

Alecto: often while in Knockturn Alley she will see things that reminds her of her best friend. She’ll buy her shrunken heads as a joke but normally it is cloaks that are just as hauntingly beautiful as she is.

“My hair! Can you see how thick it is?” She smiled. “I like also my persistence and the capacity to make everything being fair.” Alice continued. “Marlene would it say my ass, so I will add this one.”

“I want to have one girl and one boy. Maybe when I am on my 30′s. Of course, I will be a perfect mom, I will have a nanny. All the best for my kids.”

“Of course! You can hug me all the time. If I allowed too.” She laughed. “I have to say that sometimes I hate, but a good hug it’s always necessary to make our life sweeter.”