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The laugh coming from Rabastain was like music to Marlene's ears. It was genuine, it was real. Somthing you didn't hear a lot these days as everyone felt like pretending because there weren't quite a lot of sources that were giving you joy at the moment. And she knew all about that. One of the reasons why she enjoying hanging out with him; maybe it wasn't for the right reason, but he did make her smile and enjoy herself.

A feeling of relief flooded over Marlene when she noticed the wand coming into view. Maybe a strange feeling as that piece of wood could do a lot of damage. "No. I'm not scared. Just wondering how we could solve this situation." It was easy now. They did not have to make the woman forget. They could just run. And that was something she would be able to do.

As Rabastan stepped in front of her, Marlene looked down at the street and took that into her focus. She took his free hand, tangling her fingers once more with his but this time around she was the one to disapparate with the other, and not him. They disappeared before the woman could do something and only a few moments later, they appeared again, this time in the busy street with drunk witches and wizards.

The young woman let go of Rabastan once more and it was only then that a bright smile appeared on her lips. "You know, those things make me feel alive." You make me feel alive. In a bad way. Her dark eyes followed the surroundings. "I don't need crowds and music. I just need a drink."

Scanning the street below, Rabastan had been looking for a good bar or a club; somewhere to go next. Just as he settled on a promising building, Marlene spoke and he turned to see what she was talking about. For a moment, he simply stared. The sight of an old woman in her bathrobe, brandishing a walking stick at her window, was not what he had expected. Then he laughed more freely than he'd done in months, because it was truly absurd. The end of the war had made him bitter and miserable. But there was no denying how ridiculous this night had become.

His fingers still gripping the cool metal rail, he turned to Marlene with an unusually open smile. "You're not scared, are you?" he asked, curious. He would have considered that idea for longer, were it not for the fact that the old lady had started to fumble with her door onto the balcony and was now - slowly - approaching while ranting in French about 'young people' and 'no respect'. The walking stick, it seemed, housed a wand, which was quickly directed in wobbly fashion at the pair of them.

Through instinct alone, Rabastan gripped his own weapon and stepped in front of Marlene. Deciding to attempt a remedy, he began, "Veuillez m’excuser, madame-". But he never finished. The old woman was too intent on throwing hexes.  

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Only when Rabastan replied and let her know that it was a hotel the last time he had been there, Marlene moved her attention to him. And it was only then that she caught his studious look focused on her. It made her feel a little nervous, being the target of someone who was clearly focused on something in mind. Before she could say something, he looked down at the street below. Marlene hadn't even noticed that she had been holding her breath until that moment.

The woman looked at the street for a moment, before some movement besides her and so behind Rabastan caught her attention. "You said it was a hotel the last time right. I don't think said hotel had kitchens in their suites and also old angry French ladies who want to know how suddenly strangers appeared on her balcony?" she asked the other, her voice suddenly a bit small at the question. The one thing moving through her head was... Muggle or witch? What was the case with this woman? Disapparate or obliviate and then disapparate?

Rabastan had kept his eyes on her as she studied the landscape. His gaze etched her features, heavy and studious. It was an intensity that would not be easily ceased, for he was a man who did precisely what he wanted when he desired - at least, when he could get away with it. It was a pity that he had to tame his wishes, these days. It was infuriating.

As her smile emerged unhindered, his lips also curved in dark contentment. He congratulated himself on having solved their little dilemma; it was certainly a better environment and he was pleased to have removed the disappointment from her countenance. It had not been a suitable reaction. She should not have wanted to be near muggles. If she wanted to escape, there were better ways to do it.

"It was a hotel the last time I was here," he replied, with a nonchalance that conveyed that he would not care if it was - in fact - no longer a hotel. Placing both hands on the rail, he looked down onto the street below and watched as a few intoxicated witches struggled over the cobbles. "Shall we find somewhere to drink? Or do you still desire music and crowds?"

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Apparating will never be something Marlene would get used to. She definitely preferred a broom over it but it would take so much longer. The woman closed her eyes automatically as always. Luckily enough it didn't take long before she was able to breath in fresh air once more. So the first thing she did was take a deep breath of the cool Parisian air before opening up her eyes and trying to decide where they were.

Marlene's attention moved to Rabastan when he let go of her hand and then took a look over the many lights that was Paris. The Eifel Tower was completely lit in the background as well and a smile formed on the woman's face.

"No French for me besides 'oui' and 'non' and maybe some more single simple words," Marlene admitted to the man standing next to her. Her gaze was still set on the many lights in front of them. "Whose balcony are we standing on right now?"

Noting the flash of excitement in Marlene's eyes, Rabastan's mood continued to improve. Her animation was contagious. The effect was partly innocuous; he responded well to innocence. He valued it. But another part of him wanted to see what further emotions he could manipulate in her. He had no particular goal in spending time with Marlene, aside from the satisfaction of separating her from the rest of the McKinnons. It was a selfish whim. He was enjoying it.

Wasting no time when she extended her hand, he wrapped his fingers around hers and stole her away. His grip was decisive, their disapparition swift. The muggle street was left far behind, with nothing but an unnaturally swirling breeze to indicate they'd been there at all. Once landed, he took a moment to observe their surroundings before leading her towards a balcony and releasing his hold.

"Well," he said, satisfied and gesturing to the cityscape below. "That's Paris. Do you speak any French?" It had been some time since he'd visited the city. But he'd brought them to a good spot in their wizarding world - and she could have all the champagne she desired.

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Marlene scrunched her nose as Lily talked about case files to go over. Probably another reason why she had wanted to become a Medi Witch over a Healer. Dropping off at St. Mungo's would be all and then it was onto the next case. No casefiles to be studied. More diversity as well in cases. "Don't worry, I still have some books to go through after dinner so I won't keep you for too long." Besides that, it was all still a little awkward and Marlene did not do well with awkward.

A short shrug followed as an answer to Lily's question but she concluded quickly that that wasn't a full answer. "I guess it was okay. No strange cases today, it was rather quiet." And I am still not sure if I have picked the right direction to go in. That was a thought that Marlene did not mention to her friend. "How about yours?"

No matter how many months would pass, some things had changed in ways that seemed forever stuck; destined to never change. How much could be altered within a split second? How many things lost? None of them knew that more than those who had fought in the front lines and yet Lily did not dare to think of herself as more educated in that field. No, she would not dare.

Friendships had been tested by the events of the war and the ending of said fight, but not all had been repaired. The word friend still rang true, held that ever present meaning. Somehow, though, they no longer walked the same paths all the time. Not as much as they had before anyway.

The other's voice pulled her from her thoughts as she slowed down to allow Marlene to catch up with her. "Sure. Gladly. I only have case files to go over and research to do regarding a few of the nastier curses. That can wait till I'm home." Her eyes struggled to light up and yet the witch managed a smile before it vanished as she thought over the work yet to be done. It wasn't so much that she dreaded it and more so the fact that it was heartbreaking to see. "How'd your day go?" - @mcrlsxmckinnon

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Better than these Muggles. Marlene knew that she was a Pureblood. She was the same as him in that matter. But her best friend... The woman she had known for so many years now... Lily was a Muggleborn. And she was one of the brightest she knew. Marlene did not consider herself better than her. Or her family. Okay, maybe a bit because the stories she had heard of Lily's sister weren't the best.

Interacting with Rabastan was fun because it was her own little secret. It was fun because she was able to get away from the Order and from reality. It was fun because he knew how to have fun in a different way than she saw it.

Marlene pulled the cloak around her body better after he draped it over her shoulders. Her eyes lit up at the mention of Paris. His expression seemed to have bettered as well. "How about Paris, I have never been there before." And there was definitely not a chance of bumping into people she knew. She reached out so she could take his hand. "Bring me to Paris."

Pacified by her agreement, Rabastan was already considering where to go next. Her question caused him pause, his eyes roaming hers attentively. The vulnerability in her tone, in the way she stood with arms curled protectively, was not lost on him. Marlene was a sweet creature. But their paths had crossed because of her demons, and he was more than willing to entertain them.

"Don't be disappointed. We don't belong here. We're better than these Muggles. We deserve more." It was bizarre, being with someone who was embarrassed of his company. Rabastan was not accustomed to such a thing. He removed his cloak and draped it over her shoulders in an inherent act of etiquette, now feeling the chill through his crisp white shirt. It was refreshing after the clammy heat of the club. "We can go anywhere." Anywhere but here. A curl faintly raked his lips, lifting his expression from its previously disgruntled state. "Name it. Paris? New York? The world is at our feet." It would have been, if he'd had his way before the war's end. It should have been.

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– by the way, let me remind you, if any part of your body goes on my side, even by accident, you’ll have to say bye to it.

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Starter for: Open Location: Diagon Alley

"Is this truly necessary?" Marlene asked the two bickering people in front of her over the last set of Gobstones. "Just let one get them and let the other return another time." She took a deep breath before turning around. "It's only a game... What do you think?"

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Starter for: @leogratia Where: Just outside of St. Mungo's

Tense. Strained. That were two words Marlene would use to destribe the way Lily and her were interacting with one another these days. The war had changed things and even though they had both been on the right side at the end, it was not the same. The loss of her brother was a black hole in the happy ending of the war and she was unable to look past it. She could not agree with the Order.

After the war had ended, Marlene had picked up her studies again whereas others had continued them. She was a few steps behind everyone now. While others were at the end point of it, Marlene was only at the start. She had decided to become a Mediwitch. A bit easier than the healer but also able to get out there more. To be able to move and be there sooner. But she had also understand that started to move in this direction, meant that she would come across Lily a lot more than she had anticipated to start with.

The redhaired woman was very recognisable from a distance. Marlene would recognise her out of thousands. She moved towards her friend as she left the building after a day of work. Studies were still to be done at home, but she wasn't home yet. "Are you up for dinner?"

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The Wizarding World. That was to be expected to end up there, but it was also a world where more people she knew could be. And that was something that Marlene preferred not to yet. Not when she was out and about with Rabastan. Even though the sides had disappeared officially, they were still there.

Marlene followed the man to a quieter part of the street. "Alright. Never again," she promised him. She wrapped her arms around herself against the chill of the night and she shrugged then. "I can get champagne somewhere else as well." She stopped in her tracks and she looked at Rabastan.

"If we go back to the wizarding world... Can we go somewhere no one will know us? I am not feeling any familiar company tonight."

Had he been in a better mood, he would have found her laughter charming. At present, he was intent on leaving as swiftly as possible, and for a wild moment he thought she was about to object. It would not have changed his course of action if she had, but it would have irritated him further.

"We will return to the wizarding world," he replied, as though it were self-evident. Where precisely, he was not yet sure. For now, it was irrelevant. Steering her through the swelling crowds, it took all of his self-restraint not to cause a scene by disapparating - or by blasting a clear path with a carefully aimed curse.

Once outside in the cool air, he led her to a quieter part of the street. "Never again." Casting her a sidelong glance, he wondered what had possessed her to think that was a suitable location. "At least you finished your champagne."

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"You're welcome," she said with a smile to him, handing him the glasses once more. Marlene took a quick look around the busy Diagon Alley, but unfortunately there was no neck chain to be found for the glasses. "I think you will have to add that to the to do list of the day; buying a new neck chain."

Q groaned hearing that it was in fact his glasses. It sucked that they were crushed but she did have a point. Had they been anywhere else they would still be shattered. "Thanks for fixing them," he smiled at her. She was a bit of a blur but he could see where she was at least. "Guess my neck chain broke somewhere along the way."

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Marlene hadn't even noticed that the glasses had fallen onto the floor until her shoe collided with it. "I am afraid that they were glasses," she mumbled apologetic, bending to pick up the cracked pair of glasses. Luckily they were walking in Diagon Alley so the problem was easily solved. The young woman got out her wand. "Reparo," she said, pointing at the glasses and the damage was nowhere to be seen. "I have to admit... At moments like these, it is very convenient to be a witch."

CRUNCH. Q heard it and groaned out. Under the foot of someone happened to be Q's glasses that had fallen off his neck. "Please say those weren't glasses."

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A sad expression showed on Marlene's face. It was just stupid - in her opinion - that it wasn't excepted. She had known Remus for years now and she knew the person behind the wolf. But everyone who first saw him, saw only the problem; he was going away for multiple days every month. She picked up her own Firewhiskey and looked at the coloured liquid inside it as she thought about what they could toast to. "How about... A toast to our shitty lives in the hope they get better?"

he'd been struggling ever since graduation to find a job, nowhere in the wizarding world wanting him due to the prejudices that were cast at werewolves. and while he was a more than capable wizard, he'd had to settle on below the line muggle jobs that barely kept him afloat. this current one was working at a janitor at a primary school, " same shit. not happy that i have to disappear for multiple days every month. " he said with a sigh, offering his friend a soft smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, freckled hand enclosing around the glass, " now the question is, marls . . . what on EARTH should we toast to? "

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Marlene had been focused on her food in front of her - and her thoughts - and she had clearly zoned out of it for a moment. She snapped back the moment someone started talking to her and it made her look up. Ivy Parkinson came into view. Marlene had seen Ivy at Hogwarts for the first time. Two years older but only one year ahead of her in the classes. They hadn't particularly liked each other but Marlene definitely blamed that mostly on the fact that the other was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor.

Lately - as she had started her education of becoming a Medi-Witch, she had seen Ivy more and more. And it turned out that she wasn't half as bad as she had seemed. Not that Marlene was ready to confess that yet. And she had a feeling that Ivy felt the same as well.

"Of course, sit down. Thank you for waiting for my answer," Marlene mentioned as she looked at the woman who had sat down in front of her, crossing her arms so she could lean on top of the table. "I see you found the healthy option as well in here... There is not much choice, is there."

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Some days, Ivy didn’t even bother to take a break. Sure, working eight hours overnight was hard, but she simply didn’t get hungry in the middle of the night. Tonight seemed to be an exception, however, with a grumbling stomach half way through her shift. With a sigh, Ivy WizMessaged a co-worker to cover her for half an hour, before heading down to the hospital cafeteria. The food didn’t look particularly appetizing, but she supposed she didn’t have any other choice.

She’d settled on a BLT sandwich and a side of fruit, figuring at least she’d try to get a healthy option if she was going to be eating this late at night. Glancing around, Ivy tried to find a place to sit. It seemed everybody had taken their lunch at the same time and there were few empty chairs. There was one familiar face, however, and while Ivy didn’t particularly like Marlene, she certainly didn’t hate her, either. And it was better than eating alone. “Can I sit here?” Ivy asked, not waiting for a reply as she placed her food down on the table across from Marlene and plopped down into the chair.

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i feel like someone dead pretending to be alive

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Marlene did not even get a reaction to her question. The only thing that was told to her, was the fact that they were leaving. No discussion possible. And it made Marlene laugh out loud, her eyes twinkling at the reaction she had gotten out of Rabastan only by dragging him into a Muggle nightclub. It was clear he did not want to be there.

"Aye, aye sir. Let's go," Marlene let him know, hooking her arm through his before downing the glass of champagne that she had in the other hand. "So. Where will we be going then if you don't want to be here?"

They had been in this godforsaken place for only ten minutes. It was all Rabastan could tolerate. His patience was slowly seething to the point of implosion, sheer loathing carving steadily into his ordinarily indifferent features. As he stood beside the McKinnon girl, his attention was nowhere near her company. Instead, his mind roved, whirling around the utter injustice of muggles going about their lives while his had been turned upside down. How delicious it would be to kill them all.

The temptation was acute, prickling through his bones with the divine promise of retribution. But he was far from a reckless man. Instead, he turned to Marlene and stated, "We're leaving." His tone left no room for objection. It was the utterance of a decision made, and nothing would dissuade him.

She had dragged him here. Now he would drag her away. Rabastan did not know Marlene particularly well. While he was aware of her family's activity in the Order, he did not recall her presence. It brought him more than a little satisfaction to pry the McKinnon daughter further from her traitor relatives' grasp.

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Starter for: @corvusalas Location: St. Mungo's

Whenever Marlene had a break from her training days of becoming a Mediwitch, she liked to wandered through the hallways of St. Mungo's. She preferred to see the different wards. Maybe it was a way of dealing with her own grief and her own messed up head. But seeing people who someone had managed to get into more physical problems than her... It relativated her own situation. She was able to deal with it a bit better. Just a bit.

It was during those wandering minutes that Marlene had seen Selma several times. She knew that the other woman had only finished up her education as well. She had seen Selma at the school as well. So it wasn't that strange for her to walk up to the other who seemed to be having a little down time as well. "And? What's the worse curse you have seen so far today?"