1972-1973- drama?
Marlene just fiddled with her rosary beads she had nervous as hell. Bloody Friday had been horrendous, the vivid flashbacks going through her head as she gripped the beads tighter. She was just shaking and trying to not cry knowing everyone could see her scars among other things from her getting mutilated injury wise from one of the 20 bombs planted by the IRA of her day now. "I don't understand you McKinnon, you're a Catholic you're probably just acting to be afraid of the lot of them," Someone told her because the girl like Mary never hid her religion. Marlene snapped her head up hearing that and stormed over and shoved the person against the wall her wand at their throat "Say that again I fucking dare you to," she snarled her temper riling up.
