#mkmarlene

[lilyflowerss]

plotted starter: with @mkmarlene

"marlene, you can't sit here and do nothing! bloody hell, drinking is not going to solve anything!" being passionate was something lily did often, but right now, her best friend needed her, she needed someone to lead her in the right direction and lily potter was not going to let marlene mckinnon, the girl who had fires in her eyes, step away from this.

her family had been MURDERED. the utter thought made lily quake in her shoes, but she knew that she couldn't do anything to erase what had happened, she could only avenge marlene's family alongside her. her eyes looked at her and pursed her lips, her hands moving through the air to get her attention. "earth to marlene, we cannot let this HAPPEN!"

[notdelicatc]

Amycus simply observed. No, he did not care for the witch, nor would he bother to get involved with the likes of her, but her reactions were simply amusing. He leaned forward, perfectly in her face when he finally spoke. “Play with you?” A huff. The thought was almost insulting. “Play with what? Someone considered a loose canon just waiting to fire off?” Amycus wasn’t foolish enough to underestimate the power the witch held. Simply based on her skill set she would have been a formidable addition to the cause she seemed to be so vehemently against. Alas, her choice had been made, clearly.

He shook his head, wave of his hand to motion for another drink. The fact she’d dare to take his enough to cause at least an eyeroll. “I don’t care to be a friend of yours, Marlene. That little collection of people you consider among them tells me everything I’d ever need to know about you.” The wizard relaxed back against the bar. “You know, what I’m curious about is how long you can keep that act of yours up.” He for one couldn’t wait to see her unravel. War would do that to a person like her. He had no doubts about that. Then again, she could still prove him wrong despite all those doubts. If luck would permit it, he’d be there to witness the downfall he was looking forward to. “Can’t wait to see those cracks start to form in that pretty, little mask of yours. Cheerio.” Just like that he pushed past her, tossing a couple galleons onto the counter without bothering to look back. If she wanted to keep drinking, that was her choice. For now Marlene McKinnon had served her usefulness. - @mkmarlene

- The End.

There was nothing that would end up working her way by the end of this conversation, the wizard pushing her buttons in hope to see even a flash of the despair she hid underneath. She would not indulge him as such, rather keep her features straight, not even a glimpse of the unsettling feeling forming on the bottom of her stomach. The way he spoke was the way they all did, impunity boasted around for they knew without actual proof most of them couldn't do anything about it. Merlin, even if she had her own suspicions, her hands were tied.

The blonde ignored his emphatic comments, for she knew it was in fact nonexistant. She kept her gaze focused solely on his still, not hesitating even as he made his way around the bar, stopping in front of her. "You needn't concern about my friends, as you're not particularly one of them." Marlene told him shortly, almost as a scoff. "You know, Carrow, you must be venturing into dangerous territory." She let him know, leaving her own glass unattended and instead grabbing the glass from his hand, taking a good sip. "Are you sure you want to play with me of all people?"

[its-marymac]

location: hogwarts, status: closed; @mkmarlene (throwback thread)

Mary didn't know a lot about quidditch, she barely even knew Muggle sports as it was. But that didn't stop her from going to the games and cheering the Gryffindor team on. The feeling behind the games was more important and she would even paint signs with the girls before going. This one wasn't as much fun as Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff and the mood in the common room was a quiet one. There was definitely not a party happening that night and Mary made her way upstairs to the girls' dormitory. She was the only one in there for a while before the door opened to show Marlene. "Hey Marls, find a party somewhere? How are the boys?" she asked. "Last I saw James was tearing up and calling a rematch. Boys can be so dramatic..."

[beckavery]

location: marlene and dorcas' closed: @mkmarlene

Beck hadn't returned to the place in the daylight and he had debated coming at all. It had been a few days since he was last there, stitching Dorcas' side back together with limited supplies. Beck had returned with some more healing vials that could support the process but he was still under the impression Dorcas was with one of the sides of the war and he should be proceeding cautiously. Beck stepped away from the door after knocking on it. When it opened, he went still. She was definitely not Dorcas. "Hi," he said dumbly, not knowing what else to say. "Is Dorcas...?"

[siriusbpadfoot]

who: @mkmarlene where: sirius' appartment

Sirius dragged a towel over his hair, ruffling the wet strands with the cloth before tossing it into his dirty clothes basket. For once he hadn't worked the closing shift at work, finishing at 9pm instead of the usual 3am drawl, but he was still desperate for a shower afterwards, sure the smell of ale clung to him if he didn't. He tossed the towel into the hamper as his doorbell buzzed, a small frown creasing his brows. He reacher for his wand, the unease that almost always accompanied him these days growing. It quickly lowered however when the doorbell rang again and he rolled his eyes, sure he only knew one person who would show up this time and would also be so impatient with the doorbell.

He opened the door, leaning against the door with a smirk curving his lips. "I'm not dressed for company," he said of way of greeting; just in tracksuit bottoms, still damp and half undressed from the shower.

[ofxsorcery]

Marlene McKinnon, a few years younger than her and definitely from a different side of the social worlds they lived in. And also definitely not the first one to be surprised to see her there. “Andromeda is currently in an appointment, so you can wait for her. But they have given me the first tips to go with when someone got a burn, muggle style?” Cool it for a bit with streaming water was even something she could do without a medical license behind her name.

For the first time in what seemed a long while, Marlene was visiting St. Mungo's for a domestic injury that had not involved alcohol in any way. She'd been trying to make Mary's favorite muggle cake, definitely not too handy when it came to cooking, which eventually led to her burning her forearm in an attempt to save the cake from falling to the floor. The face greeting her wasn't the one she was used to, though, surprised to see a Malfoy working even if she knew Tib and their relationship. "I was looking from Andromeda, I got burnt. Hot pan, not a hex. It looks kind of bad, doesn't hurt as much."

[its-jamespotter]

location: disclosed location; order mission status: closed; @mkmarlene

James didn't even know what they were doing there. They had been told by the Order to go together to investigate a tip they got about someone making extra wands for the Death Eaters, specific ones that didn't look like the usual kind but could blend in like other objects. He didn't know what he was walking into, but they managed to slip through the door easily, and his wand was held at the ready. The room clouded them in darkness, and he lit the tip of his wand to absorb the darkness. He saw what looked like damaged goods; furniture flipped over, papers on the floor, and then James stilled, nearly tripping when he saw the corpse of a man. That must be the wandmaker they were there for. "Fucking Merlin," he cursed, stumbling back, his heart falling like a stone to his stomach. It felt like one problem after another when he saw a peacock-like blue creature hurrying across the floor in front of them. No longer was the dead man his biggest problem. No. One of the worst creatures they could've encountered was in the same room with them.

"Bloody hell-Is that...?" James said, stopping in place when he saw the creature in full finally. It was indeed an Occamy.

[apollinebeausejour]

where: three broomsticks who: @jamesffleamont, @mkmarlene, & open

Returning back to London left her in a constant state of tension. Always glancing over her shoulder, wondering if they were truly done with her. What happened to her would remain her story, a truth that only a few may ever learn. Though, that tension, being around the people that were in the Three Broomsticks, the tension seemed to wane, and her shoulders dropped.

Apolline ordered a glass of wine, turning to the person at the bar. "Is birthday wizard here?" A smile on her face.

[sorecerys]

𝐬𝐡𝐞     𝐜𝐚𝐧     𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥     𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐢𝐬     𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠,     there’s     a     pit.     like     the     seed     of     a     peach,     a     bloodied     red     colour,     sitting     deep     in     her     stomach,     but     she     knows     better     than     to     push,     to     pry     as     much     as     she     wants     to,     marlene’s     facade     seemingly     impenetrable,     but     lily     knew     something     was     wrong.     “     come     on,     marly.     ”     her     hand     outstretched,     reaching     behind     her     for     the     girls     with     a     gentle     smile.     “     i’ve     been     desperate     to     try     the     new     cakes     here.     ”     the     muggleborn     grinned,     as     they     stood     in     front     of     the     muggle     bakery     in     south     london.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 : @mkmarlene ! 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : south london, some bakery.

[xremus-lupinx]

Remus sat in silence as Marlene spoke, their shadows crossing their faces. His own glass sat in one hand, nearly forgotten, the liquor within untouched aside for a single sip. The air smelled like the kind of magic that lingers after a battlefield, clinging to skin and soul.

He let her words settle, the weight of them pressing into him. Then, finally, he moved -- not quickly, but with the deliberate care of a man who had spent too long learning that every gesture could hurt.

"You're right," he said, voice like gravel and thunder. "It should feel like blood. Because it is."

He drained the rest of his drink in one go, the burn no match for the fire already raging behind his ribs. Setting the glass down with a quiet thunk, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands laced loosely.

"I used to think we were chosen for something bigger. Some divine purpose, or prophecy, or," there was a beat before the next word. "Fate." He gave a small, bitter laugh. "Turns out, we were just the ones stubborn enough not to stay down." It was a thought both comforting and disheartening at the same time.

His gaze found hers again, and he held it -- steady, unwavering, despite the fatigue pooling in the lines around his eyes.

"You lost something that night. I know." He took a deep breath. "Many of us have lost something," he said thinking about being attacked. But you’re still here, Marlene. Still fighting. Still burning." He paused, letting the silence fill with the ghosts of friends, of battles, of laughter turned to screams.

Then, softer: "Maybe that's the best we can do now. Be the last bastards standing, if only to spit in their faces before the end."

He reached for the bottle, refilling both their glasses without asking while saying, "To fighting and to the broken pieces of us still sharp enough to cut back."

Marlene met his gaze, her own eyes a little too bright, a little too fixed on the amber liquid in her own glass. She raised it slightly in return, a silent acknowledgment of his toast, then took a long, deliberate swallow. The warmth of the liquor spread through her, a familiar numb comfort against the chill that seemed to cling to her soul these days.

"Righteous rage," she repeated, her voice a low murmur, a counterpoint to his gravelly tone. "It's all we have left, Remus. It's the only thing that keeps us from lying down and letting them walk all over us." She refilled her glass without hesitation, the clinking of glass against glass a small, sharp sound in the quiet room. She laughed still, though it almost never sounded like it used to. Something had been taken from her that night as she knelt on the cold ground, ashes falling all over her. Marlene had lost her spark. "Magic feeling like blood on your hands? Good. It should. It means you're doing what needs to be done. It means you're fighting." The witch said sharply, th thought heavy on her shoulders but it didn't make it any less true.

Her gaze drifted to the window, the falling snow a soft, blurred background to the harsh reality of their conversation. "I don't know how many pieces of myself are left either," she admitted, the words escaping almost reluctantly. "But I'm not fighting for some grand, glorious future. I'm fighting so that no one else has to feel this. So that no one else has to watch their entire world burn to the ground while they stand there, helpless." The blonde looked back at him, a flicker of something raw and unyielding in her eyes. She lifted her glass again, not in a toast this time, but as if seeking solace in its depths. "To fighting, yes. To surviving? That's a different story altogether."

[lilyflowerss]

lily & @mkmarlene

hushed whispers moved through the air as lily looked at marlene mckinnon, the femme who had always been her best friend, the femme who had never let her down; even though she knew that she could have one-thousand times over. lily was a hand-ful, filled with wanderlust and curiosity, but marlene took it with stride: that was why they were best friends, something that came without fault or ease.

"you know how i feel about your career, mar, it worries me. what if something happens to you? this...world is dangerous now." lily mused, her eyes on her best friend as she tried to fathom how marlene could be a hit-witch, something that was so...dangerous. lily hadn't committed to her career, being feverishly passionate about the order, but she knew marlene was different: she respected that. however, it didn't worry her any less.

[tonksxandromeda]

Where: New Years Street Party With: @mkmarlene

Andromeda had lost track of Ted and Dora in the crowd, but had no doubt that Ted was keeping an eye on her. She was the center of the universe, and she was just happy to see them having fun. To see Ted relaxed and enjoying himself when it had become so rare. She stood in line, waiting to grab the three of them a sweet treat. She turned to see if she could spot the two of them, instead catching sight of Marlene. She didn't know Marlene well, though she'd seen her with Sirius often enough. "Marlene! Happy New Year."

[edgarebones]

where: the order headquarters who: @mkmarlene

He had received letter from the blonde, left on his desk, and after reading it over a few times, he had decided what to do with the question she posed. An owl was delivered to the young witch and he waited for her in the meeting room.

A smile stretched on his face when she walked in, standing from his seat. "Marlene, thanks for coming." He moved around to pull out a seat for her, pushing it in when she sat. "I got your message." Edgar took his seat back in his spot. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He had no problem being her mentor.

[xmollyweasleyx]

Marlene seemed to be having a great time at the party. Just as it should have been. She was a ray of light, especially considering what she had been through. Molly was proud to have been able to be there for the younger witch when her family was murdered. She knew she couldn't do much but just being there seemed to have helped even in the slightest. Molly -- and family -- would always be there for her if and when she ever needed anything. She hoped Marlene knew that.

"The best drink, hm? Are you not even going to tell me what it is? Or is it a surprise? I'm not sure which I'm hoping for," Molly chuckled. She took the glass and sniffed it. "Smells good," she raised her brow. We shall toast to love and light, she said as the two glasses clinked and she took a sip. "Mmm, yummy. You weren't wrong, my dear. I should know to trust you more by now. Although you doing karaoke with James seems questionable. He'll make a fool of you both to be sure." Molly smirked as she took another drink.

The Weasleys had been nothing but kind to her from the very first moment they'd met, their generousity only increasing when her family had been murdered. They'd been around and that was very much appreciated by Marlene. She thought Molly was a wonderful human being and seeing how much she cared for her family, it made the blonde feel both comfortable around her and quite nostalgic.

"Trust me, this is the best drink you can have tonight, Molls." The witch assured with a nod of her head, grabbing the glass once the bartender had finished pouring one for each of them. She raised her glass to her companion, hoping for a quick cheers before taking the first sip. "I'd be asolutely delighted to be your drinking buddy for the night, but you will have to excuse me in a bit since I promised James we were doing karaoke." She said with a chuckle. "You can imagine how that'll go."

[aurorasinistrax]

where: cafe in diagon alley who: @mkmarlene

Aurora needed a friend with everything she was going through. It was out of anger and hurt that she went to the wedding with Jeff, yet most times, a certain one slipped into her mind. She had no idea how to process them, finding it hard to trust that Remus would be true to his words.

That is why she asked Marlene to meet with her. They had all grown up around each other, all part of that group, and knowing how close she was with Remus, at least maybe she could get a better insight to the situation.

She stood up from the seat on the patio when she saw the blonde coming towards her. "Mar," a smile on her face, giving her friend a hug. "It's so nice to see you."

[alaraselwyn]

where: little tart bakery who: @mkmarlene

It had been a few days since the wedding, since the announcement of her engagement, that she found herself hiding away in her bakery. Alara had no idea on to tell her friends about the betrothal, knowing how some felt about the wizard. Stuck in a position that held such tight roots to pureblood society and she would never be able to escape their grasps.

She was closing one of the glass displays when the front door chime went off. "Welcome to little tart bakery, how can I help you?" Words that came unconsciously. Azure hues glancing up to a familiar face. "Marlene?" Alara was surprised to see her friend standing there. "Everything okay?"