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Ressa Lupin sighed with frustration at the lack of empty tables in the library. Not to mention everyone was chatting, missing the whole point of a “silent area” apparently. She considered turning back and abandon the idea of a quiet reading, when she spotted a table with a single occupant. It seemed like the best option and she really, really needed to finish those books.

Taking another deep breath, she scooped up some courage and walked over to the table.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” she asked shyly.

*A.N: Title was totally inspired by “Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging” xD

Dear Mr. Fabulous,

I miss you, you hot mess. We should get a drink, life is being a bitch (as usual) and I just really, really, really need to get out with a friend. And who better than my wonderful, divine drinking partner? Please tell me you’re free tomorrow night. See you outside the Leaky at 21:30 or so?

You know you love me,

— Marls.

Marlene wrapped her cloak tighter around her frame as she walked down icy London on her way to the Leaky Caldron, watching her step so that her heels wouldn’t slip on one of the many layers of thin ice scattered on the sidewalk. Her hair fell in loose blonde waves down her back and shoulder, shielding her neck from the cold (she wasn’t really a fan of scarves when it came to nocturne getaways). Her white cloak dropped down to her knees, her velvet black boots being the only other visible piece of clothing. Her wand was tugged securely up the sleeve of her cloak.

When she arrived, the blonde toyed back and forth with the idea of going in or smoking outside while she waited for Fabian’s shift to be over. Deciding for the later, the witch rested her back against the wall and lit a cigarette, watching with dreamy eyes how the column of smoke danced against the street lights. 

There was something so relaxing in smoking at night, especially when it was cold. In a way it was la inhaling fire, sending all sorts of warm forced down her throat and keeping the winter chill at bay. It was a private, yet not lonely thing because everyone knew to let a smoker smoke in peace, but at the same time anyone could walk to her and ask for a lighter, for example. It was like being and not being and it relaxed Marlene profoundly. God knew she needed to relax these days. The attacks, her abduction, her thoughts of transferring to the Auror unit, all added to her messy personal life had her waring thing. Hopefully, a night out with a good friend and drinking partner like Fabian would do just the trick to help her back on her vibe.

She was halfway done with her cigarette when Fabian appeared beside her. The little witch jumped a bit, startled since she had not heard her friend coming, but immediately took a last drag before throwing the rest of the cigarette and stepping on it with the heel of her foot, flashing a radiant, crimson clad smile to Fabian.

“Fabian! My love! The apple of my eye! The breath of my soul! The time we have spent apart has been a torture to my heart! Another second enduring your absence and I would have surely gone mad with grief and despair!” she cried out dramatically, hands over her chest. She then stood on the ends of her toes to leave a friendly smooch on her friend’s cheek before adding:

“You know, I’ve just noticed” she narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at his friend’s face “You kind of look like that pretty boy from the December calendar my mum has in the kitchen” she teased, laughing at the memory of her horrified expression when she’d entered the kitchen at the McKinnon Manor and she’d seen Fabian’s smile hanging from the wall.

Marlene was heading out of work feeling tired and sore, but it was a good kind of sore. It was a relief to finally be back on the field instead of just sitting behind her desk doing paperwork. This was why she’d joined the Hit team, not to file cases of illegal dragon eggs traders and gobling thieves. She was supposed to be out there chasing the bad guys and her muscles knew it. They’d welcomed the return to activity, even if it meant feeling pain by the end of the day.

Ever since the Imperius Curse attacks, the department always had at least one unit of wizards out patrolling Diagon Alley and other popular places of the wizarding world, as well a couple of muggle ones. Much to everyone’s relief, the attacks seemed to be over for now, but Marlene was sure there was not going back to what it was before. She suspected that the purpose behind all those assaults had not been so much physical as psychological damage. No one would be able to set a foot outside without feeling paranoid now, constantly checking other people’s expressions in search of that vacant stare that indicated they were Imperiused. Now it was as good as if the entire population had become Death Eaters.

Marlene herself was still rather shaken after facing and imperiused Alice Longbottom a couple of days ago. Thank God, she’d been able to stop her friend without hurting her or the baby she was carrying, as well as coming out of the fight relatively unscratched herself. Still, it had been a terrible experience to have to fight someone she was supposed to be allied with. Now Marlene just wanted to relax for one evening, if only one.

Right after locking her own office, she noticed that a couple of doors away, there was still a light on. Smiling to herself, Marlene walked towards Amelia Bone’s office and knocked on the door before pushing it open and leaning against the frame, arms crossed over her chest and a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“I’m sure smoke’s gonna start coming out of your ears any minute now if you keep working” she teased “Your brain is gonna fry”.

Between her kidnapping in December and the latest attacks, Marlene hadn’t had much chance to speak to her co-worker and friend lately, and she’d really meant to. Amelia had lost her parents a few week ago in the most terrible way on could dread these days, and Marlene could only offer her support. She couldn’t even imagine what the other woman was going through, but she could at least try to help her distract. An idea occurred to her at that very moment.

“I’m just heading out” she announced next, adjusting her purse on her left shoulder “How about if you join me and we go to that bar right across the street? I could use a drink”.

Note:Well, I’m guessing this means physical soft spot, because psychologically,there are so many things that warm this girl’s heart.

// Marlenehas a fairly good voice, though she’s never taken classes or done anything to improveit. She sings for fun, because it just sprouts from her heart and she feelslike it. When there’s a song she particularly loves, she can go crazy and singit at the top of her lungs. Most of the time she’s singing under her breath, sinceit helps her concentrate. She sings at work, in the shower, during Ordermissions, when she’s drawing, when she’s making coffee, she even sings whenshe’s walking down the street. She sings rock anthems, pop ballads and Disneymusical numbers.

Shedoesn’t really care about the circumstances, if she feels like it, she does it.

// Sleepingwith Marlene is like sleeping with a python. She is the epitome of a hugger.She snuggles until there isn’t space for a sheet of paper between her and theother person, and she normally tangles her limbs around the other’s. When she’ssleeping on her own, she has her childhood teddy bear Bleu, and is unable tofall asleep without it.

[A parcel, containing a potted flower charmed with an Immobilus spell, arrives the morning of Christmas, along with a parchment card.]

Merry Christmas Marl!

I recently repotted my Cobra lilies and thought you’d like one of them. It’s not the Muggle variety, so it’s a bit of a feisty plant, but I think that suits you pretty well! It’s Immobilized at the moment, just so it won’t snap at your fingers when you unwrap it. I hope you like it!

all the best,

-Tilden

~*~*~*~

Dear Tilden,

Merry Christmas! And thank you so much for the lovely flowers! They’re truly beautiful. The feisty attitude is a nice detail too! Very fitting! I’ll take good care of them!

Best wishes,

the-wolf-within:

“Twinkle, twinkle, Sirius Black, how I wonder what you are”

Remus bent forward in order to dodge the crumbled piece of parchment charmed to hit him in the face, while trying not to laugh himself off the chair. Across him, Sirius was sulking and shooting him dirty glares, seemingly on the verge of combustion.

The boys were laying flat on their stomachs in the astronomy tower, along with a bunch of other students that had come up to for their homework just like them. Peter and James had gone to the kitchens to get some snacks for the four of them, leaving Sirius and Remus to carry out the observations of the star movements.

But that observation had quickly drifted off to teasing as Remus began to mock Sirius on his name, finding the whole “you’re a bloke named after a star, gazing at the stars” definitely funnier than he should, but then again, he was a Marauder, and Marauders always found something funny in just about anything.

“Okay, no, but for real….” Remus pulled a straight face, dipping his quill in his ink pot and looking down at the chart they were supposed to fill with what they observed on the celestial movements. For a moment, it looked like he was going to write down something relevant, or make a comment about their actual work, but just when he open his mouth to speak again, his solemn expression shifted to reveal yet another amused grin.

“Don’t you feel like a calling? Like the stars are calling for you to join them? “Sirius! Sirius! Come and be one of us!” the young werewolf was unable to dodge the parchment ball aimed at his face this time and he collapsed in laughter, rolling onto his back and hugging his own belly as if he feared it might burst otherwise.

“Oh c’mon, don’t be so mad…starshine” he roared in laughter again, earning a few disapproving stared from other students who were working nearby. Some also looked a bit surprise when they realized it was Remus that was causing all that noise. What they didn’t seem to grasp yet was that, while Remus was the calmest of the Marauders…well, he was still a Marauder for a reason.

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Sirius deadpanned his friend, his brow furrowing over his dark eyes. He crumpled up the parchment he’d been working on and whipped it at Remus’ face.

“Wow someone is such a fucking comedian all of a sudden,” he grumbled, starting again on a clean piece of parchment. He crossed out the title with several messy lines, already having made some spelling mistakes. He wasn’t very book smart, the boys often teasing him for his nearly illegible and often illiterate writing.

“A calling? No the only thing I feel like calling is you a git.” He muttered, writing down some words before glancing back up at the sky.

“This is stupid.” He added, cursing the boys for making him take this “easy” class with them. It wasn’t easy, and there seemed to be more writing and essays than potions and muggle studies combined!

“In the sky I see Orions bet an lots of dots and some big constalasions -” he stopped writing mid sentence.

“What’s that funky little squiggly one again?” He asked, pointing up at some general area with his quill.

“I’m not fucking mad,” he frowned as Remus doubled over laughing. His voice had raised in pitch and he sat up to rest on his calves. “I just think this whole thing is stupid. What do I care bout some stupid black sky with a bunch of dots innit. I don’ wanna be associated with some stupid dragonpox looking sky…” He muttered, cursing under his breath.

“Just cuz my family are a bunch of cumbuckets don’ mean I wanna be "eternalized in the stars,” he mocked his father, rolling his eyes. It wasn’t just this project. He’d been in a foul mood ever since getting a howler earlier that day from his mother, telling him he HAD to come home for a dinner on Saturday. Meaning he was a) gunna miss the quiddich game, b) gunna miss the trip to Hogsmeade, and c) more than likely the full moon. It was a shit situation all together!

In usual Sirius fashion he’d tried to get out of it, ignoring the letters and firecalls, hoping that “I didn’t know” than it would be a good enough excuse to miss out on it.