#( 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐄 ) ━━━ * convos !

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  cadbury renaissance faire  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @rebuildeds / tempest clearwater​  !

she only gets a couple hours to herself before the burning, as it turns out. she'd never thought about the spectacle of it, the fact there'd be an overworked prophet photographer wanting to snap a picture for the middle of the paper, that there'd be a special costume fitting squeezed in between the mock trial and the stake, that there'd be people fully invested in the story of it all who wanted to talk to her about the honour. she'd never figured she had to. burning witch was something she'd been planning on watching from the sidelines, hopefully inebriated, turned on its head. she wasn't hiding, per se - miserably resigned to the fact that she'd have to actually disappear to escape the show and her commitment to her 9-5 was going to make that difficult - but she was trying to keep a low profile, skulking about in the shadows of the tents and stalls and only emerging when she sees someone worth the trouble. she's well aware of just how sketchy she looks trying to wave tempest over to the corner she's placed herself in, but she's well past the point of caring. "hey- c'mere, temp-" she raises her voice only as loud as she has to, dropping it again once they veer close enough to hear her over the din, "something terrible has happened."

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  malfoy manor, wiltshire  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @ddudleys  !

"have you been to one of these things before?" now that's the kind of question that could get her into trouble, but marietta isn't poking at the wound of not belonging as much as she is sating her own genuine curiosity. she honestly can't remember, and it's not for lack of trying - try as she might, she just can't recall an instance of seeing his now familiar face among the sea of pureblood vipers. she'd like to think that if they'd run across each other before then she'd have said something, gravitated towards him, set the foundation for the friendship they've been building this last year, but she's not an idiot either. doing that would've been letting herself enjoy it, and it's been a while since marietta's let herself do THAT. "general rules of thumb, if you haven't : take it easy on the themed cocktails, cause they're stronger than you're expecting, and avoid anything that looks too good, cause it's usually something that only rich people enjoy - like escargot."

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  malfoy manor, wiltshire  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @legillimentis  !

"alright, before you come for me, i know what i said-" and it's a relief, really, to spot a familiar face in the crowd and know that it's safe to make a beeline towards her. the malfoy family ball isn't as much of a nightmare as some of the other events that she's been forced to attend, but it still comes with a set of rules for her to follow & expects a certain kind of person, and marietta isn't always good at that. she's done a good job up to now, but the freedom to be herself for a moment is one she won't miss - even if the part of her that now rears its ugly head is the nastier, more gossip oriented marietta edgecombe that not even their sixth year could beat out of her. "but i still have, like...-" she goes to check her watch automatically only to remember that she isn't wearing it and guess, "probably an hour before my resolution to mind my own business more kicks in, so i think this is fair game. have you seen who some of these people have shown up with ? this whole room is a rumor mill article waiting to happen."

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  honestly, that was the craziest shit i’ve ever experienced. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @rebuildeds​  /  dudley dursley  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road !

“well, then, aren’t you lucky that i don’t have to obliviate you ?” believe it or not, that’s marietta’s attempt at a joke. it doesn’t land as well as she thought it would, and rather than elaborate or overexplain it, she makes a face that says something along the lines of fucking hell and then lifts her solo cup to take a desperate gulp and hide the aforementioned expression a few seconds too late. she’d blame the concoction inside her cup sooner than she would the fact that she’s just not very good at this and doesn’t really feel comfortable in present company. dudley seems harmless, probably is, and marietta doesn’t have anything against muggles, but since inserting himself into the wixen world, he’s been in with all the people that she’s been out with. she’s not sure how that bodes. it would literally be easier to just walk away now and stop testing the waters, but she’s never been ANYTHING as well as she has been a self masochist. “you ever see someone’s head turn into a tentacle ?” 

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  oh my god, are you crying ? 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  : @qviddiitch​​  /  oliver wood  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road  !

“oh my god, wood, are you struggling financially ?” angrily, marietta scrubs at her cheeks to rid herself of the obvious tear tracks before twisting to face him, properly, traitor eyes still glistening. even so, she’s all bite. she hates the idea of being seen as vulnerable even when she’s in that sort of position, most especially when the witness to her misery - exacerbated by whatever was in her red solo cup - is someone that she actually knows, even vaguely. oliver’s mistake is as simple as pointing out the obvious : since he goes that low, at least in her point of view, then she will go lower. “seriously, do we need to start donating, or something ? set up a gofundme to buy you a proper fucking shirt ? you’re thirty something, oliver, this is getting weird.” 

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  shrieking shack, hogsmeade  !

“what the...” there was, of course, many an explanation for why the rotten door of the second floor bathroom refused to open for marietta after she had taken her ( much needed ) five minute breather and attempted to rejoin the party. the lock was rusted, the hinges stiff, the bottom of the door had gotten stuck against a decaying floorboard or loosened nail... you name it and, sober, she would’ve entertained them. liquored up and already on edge, the unpleasant jolt of her heart in her chest when the door refused to budge upon tugging was accompanied by what, in her eyes, was a completely natural progression to all out panic. “hey !” raising her voice to a shout in an effort to be heard over the music and general hustle & bustle, and with her wand ( and any spell that might’ve been of use to her ) momentarily forgotten, marietta banged her palms against the door, already considering the idea of bursting her way through if she couldn’t grab the attention of a passerby, “i’m stuck ! is anybody out there ?” 

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  hogsmeade village  !

her friend had made her promise to be nice. she’d opened her mouth to argue and been silenced by the look on their face ; they weren’t taking the snowman building competition nearly as seriously as she was, and were worried she was going to embarrass them. begrudgingly, marietta had actually held out her hand to loop gloved pinky fingers, solemnly swearing ( on pain of death - well, not really, but the incompletion of their snowy entry, which was just as bad ) not to cause a scene before stomping off towards the offending sculpture, snow boots crunching pleasantly all the way. she’d been waiting an hour for this entrant to return, and now that she had her chance, fists clenched inside her jacket pockets, her friends chastising voice ringing in her ears, marietta knew that there was only one thing for it - “that’s OUR scarf,” she explodes, immediately, her expression sour as she waits for the other to emerge from behind their creation, ”you took it off our snowman when we went for lunch. i want it back.” 

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  my  parents  were  assholes  with  the  whole  naming  thing. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @hoggleswart​​  /  marcus  flint​  !

“  what’re  you  again  ?  flint  the  fourth  ?  ”  it’s  typical  of  marietta  to  do  this  ;  act  as  if  she  knows  less  than  she  does,  that  she’s  less  observant  than  she  really  is.  it  serves  no  purpose  except  to  distance  herself  in  some  way,  even  when  she  doesn’t  have  to.  still  -  she’s  in  as  good  a  humour  as  she  can  be,  and  there  is  something  teasing  to  be  found  in  her  tone,  a  small  smile  playing  at  the  corners  of  her  lips.  if  anyone  can  understand  a  shitty  name  (  and,  in  turn,  see  the  funny  side  of  it  )  then  it’s  her  :  if  isolde  edgecombe  had  known  that  MARIETTA  meant  bitter,  would  she  still  have  named  her  in  such  a  self  fulfilling  prophecy  kinda  way  ?  “  they  were  probably  thinking  that  if  it  wasn’t  broke  they  didn’t  have  to  fix  it.  or  just  lazy.  if  it  makes  you  feel  any  better,  you  look  like  a  marcus.  ”

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  malfoy  manor,  wiltshire  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @fathcmsbelow​  /  alecto  carrow  !

“  miss  weiss,  ”  voice  colored  by  how  pleasant  a  surprise  marietta  finds  this  particular  run  in  to  be,  her  previously  gloomy  expression  TRANSFORMS  as  she  twists  around  to  face  her  boss.  she  had  wanted  to  come  here  ;  no  point  pretending  otherwise  when  everything  about  her  screamed  of  that  need  to  be  important.  she  had  leapt  at  the  chance  to  hang  off  some  poor  schmuck’s  arm  because  an  invite  from  the  malfoy  family  was  gold  dust,  to  certain  people,  and  that  definitely  included  her  -  but  no  one  had  prepared  her  for  how  much  of  a  bore  her  date  would  be  once  the  excitement  of  it  all  had  started  to  wear  off.  marietta  had  snuck  off  around  the  time  the  whispers  had  started  to  circulate  the  ballroom  &  because  she’d  been  so  busy  trying  to  ingratiate  herself  with  certain  figures,  she  had  missed  out  on  all  the  fun  of  theorising  about  where  their  hosts  had  disappeared  to  with  all  her  fellow  guests.  she  wasn’t  actually  HAVING  fun  now  that  she  had  traded  any  possibility  of  it  for  currying  favor,  but  evelyn  weiss  provided  a  brief  reprieve  from  much  the  same  whether  she  wanted  to  (  or  not  ).  “  i  didn’t  know  that  you  were  friendly  with  the  malfoy’s,  ”  she  assumes,  which  is  sort  of  ignorant  of  her,  but  marietta  had  never  claimed  to  know  the  perfect  way  to  conduct  herself  in  these  situations,  “  it’s  so  strange  to  see  you  outside  of  obliviation  headquarters.  you  must  love  having  the  night  off.  ”

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  you’ve  done  your  worst. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @dolors​​​  /  hermione  granger  !

oh,  yes  /  this  was  exactly  the  kind  of  conversation  that  marietta  wanted  to  have  at  NINE  in  the  morning.  she  knew  it  would  never  be  easy  to  share  close  quarters  with  certain  familiar  faces.  she’d  never  once  imagined  it  would  be,  and  usually  succeeded  in  keeping  a  wide  berth  from  the  very  few  that  niceties  couldn’t  be  exchanged  with,  but  a  recent  run  of  good  luck  had  just  happened  to  run  out  at  the  same  moment  she  had  taken  the  ceramic  lid  from  atop  the  sugarpot  and  realised  that  it  was  empty.  their  coworkers  mysteriously  busy  elsewhere  (  with  the  first  in  a  long  list  of  daily  jobs  or  with  the  intent  of  being  anywhere  but  where  the  tensions  were  highest,  she  couldn’t  say,  though  she  suspected  the  latter  )  and  coffee  machine  grumbling  unhappily  in  the  background  of  the  ministry  staff  room,  vicious  whispers  are  traded  back  and  forth  between  old  foes  -  just  like  they  always  were,  when  paths  collided.  “  yes,  hermione.  i  did,  ”  back  still  stubbornly  turned  towards  the  other,  marietta  stirs  her  coffee  with  a  lot  more  force  than  is  totally  necessary,  using  every  other  clockwise  turn  as  a  way  to  regulate  her  breathing,  though  she  needn’t  have  even  tried.  hermione  tends  to  bring  out  the  worst  of  her.  “  so  sad,  but  would  you  please  just  die  mad  about  it,  already  ?  from  the  way  you  go  on  about  it  you’d  think  it  never  worked  out  for  you  in  the  end,  but  it  did,  didn’t  it  ?  you  outsmarted  everyone.  i’m  the  dirty  little  sneak  and  you’re  the  insufferable  know  it  all,  just  like  you  always  were.  hooray.  ”

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the  ministry  of  magic  (  level  two  ),  london  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @amarcttos  !

"you look lost," she forgoes a greeting in favour of boldfaced assumption; familiar enough with the auror office occupants to know that she isn't one of them, though anything beyond that is little more than guesswork. she walks the corridors fairly knowingly, for someone who spends so much of her own time at her cubicle, but that was not a talent that was shared by everyone at the ministry. it occurs to her, of course, that she could be from a different department but she suspects not, and though this whole event is about mingling, suspicion clouds her expression. "the presentation is that way-" she motions to the left, back towards the room where it has already been called, "and the elevator is back the way you came. the offices are closed."

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  winterfest, hogsmeade edition  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @rcbirthiisms​  !

"would you like to donate?" marietta's not sure exactly how she ended up volunteering beneath the christmas tree, only that she's here, now, and she might as well do her best for the cause. the series of events are easy enough to follow ; bored acquaintance she once shared lunch with in the st mungo's cafeteria but rarely makes the effort to talk to, now, begs her to take over the running of their stall for five minutes while they run into the three broomsticks bathrooms, but it's been closer to twenty since they left & marietta has been left to ponder whether she's always been quite so gullible. she only has hereself to blame, of course, but that fact doesn't make it any easier to grapple with. "it's a, uh..." she scans the sign behind her, quickly, "it's a sickle. then you get a scrap of parchment and write whatever you want down and, uh...- someone's meant to enchant it, i guess, but i think that'll have to wait until the next changeover of shifts. sorry my sale's pitch is a bit shit - i didn't get to read the training manual."

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  if i didn’t like you i wouldn’t have bought you beer. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @rebuildeds​  /  dudley dursley  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road !

misery loves company unless, of course, you’re marietta, and then your response to a perfectly friendly offer is a gruff, why would you do that ? you don’t even like me- she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t at least consider following her instinct to point out the obvious ; nobodies really paying for anything, here, and she wonders if that impacts the sentiment of his answering words and what they mean, to her. for a long moment, she blinks back at him, torn between two equally strong resolves - it’s just a drink, not even that major, but turning it down keeps her in character, aids in continuing her own self punishment, while accepting it... doesn’t. she’s already feeling sorry for herself, three sheets to the wind and feeling all the effects of it, but the upset is for her to live in later. jumping the gun with it now would just be wasteful of all the work she’s done, so- long story short, she takes the drink. that’s all it is. “thanks,” she says, finally. she’s still aiming for sullen, but it doesn’t agree with her. new approach : self sabotage. “i’ll amend my earlier statement, then - your friends don’t even like me. listen, you’re being very kind, but-... don’t you think you should care about that ?” 

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  shrieking shack, hogsmeade  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @indemnae​ ( cho chang )  !

"i don’t get the joke-” she whispers, furiously, already drunk enough to have turned to talking shit when the opportunity freely presented itself ( narrowed gaze directed towards the trio of hogwarts classmates that have chosen now to make grand entrance ) but not QUITE as wasted to have lost control of her volume when getting into it with closest friend. turning down the last plastic cup of party punch she had been offered was probably a good thing ; marietta wasn’t generally known for tact, and she’s not so hidden in the corner of the shrieking shack’s mouldy living room as to fly beneath the radar if she really gets going. “what the fuck are they meant to be ? lovegood looks like a nightmare version of ...- did they seriously come here as sexy professors ?”

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marietta edgecombe tag dump !