𝓶𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞

@demonwithxn    (  . . .  )      [          her eyes soon squinted      ,      narrowing       at     his words     ,       a scoff       escaping her lips .     was it    really so     weird that     she’d bump into him     ,     considering     that      during the term ,    they were     living     in the same castle     ?         ]         no ,    your    face    is     not    ‘ pretty ‘ .    it’s looking      quite     punchable at     the rate you’re going .       [        she smiled sweetly      ,      tilting her   head     to the side    ,     as    if she     was visualising     the very action     .       ]          I    can’t help     it if you’re literally     / everywhere / — 

She could say whatever she wanted. He was still going to call it stalking, considering she kept showing up at the most random of places where one wouldn't expect to see her. Especially when he was in the same place. "Coincidence? I find that a little hard to believe," he mused, flashing her a half crooked smirk. "Admit it, McKinnon, you just can't help but want to see my pretty face all the time."

@demonwithxn      (  . . .  )      first of    all   ,    / we /     are not friends .     let’s just clear that up .      [          the blonde     indicated between them both       ,     shooting     him     a sarcastic grin     .        ]      / secondly / ,   I’m not stalking you .    that would be petty and ridiculous    and     / not /     me    .      can you not just take     this as a coincidence     ? 

@demonwithxn 
            
            * she would pause to contemplate what he meant by his first comment , that revelation . she would swallow the lump forming in her throat as she studied his features . she shuffled a little . what did that mean ? his parents would teach him at home ? surely he couldn’t just read about the practical side and understand it straight off ? she opened her mouth to ask something , but then closed it again when he changed the subject . probably for the best . she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his words . * I hardly think a stub to the tow would sent you into /floods/ of tears , mulciber . besides , that’s different . it’s your body’s natural response to pain . … though I’m sure I would /kill/ to see you hopping around on one foot . *she paused , resting her chin on her knees , as she contemplated whether or not to utter anything else. * …. my cousin’s gone missing . 

I get my fair share of the practical side that they wouldn't even begin to cover in class. * he responsed, a mildly indifferent look on his face. his father had made sure of that. there wouldn't be many witches or wizards now that could hope to stand a chance against him in a duel. he shook off the thought, giving her another shrug, allowing for a half smirk to form on his lips * I stubbed my toe on the door frame this morning. I can tell you right now that brought tears to my eyes. So really, whatever you are crying over cannot be any worse than that.

@demonwithxn 
            
            * her hand would eventually falter , lowering back to her knees with the tiniest of smiles .* thanks . * there is was . finally the appreciation . though she’d never forget what he had said to her about travers . that would stick with her . the blonde witch would rest her head back against the wall of the tower , glancing up at the sky . she wished she had a bottle of firewhiskey to drown her thoughts with .* but you’re not doing any of the practical side if you skip the classes . who knows , I may be able to beat you in a duel . *she would point out with a slight humoured snort, fingers picking at a loose thread on her jumper . though as the silence filled the air , marlene would find herself wishing that she , for once , could just turn invisible .* have you considered that the reason i was crying could be over something /that/ stupid ? .. 

You know what I would consider lucky? Being very far away from here. Do all Gryffindors talk this much or is it just you and your friends? Because honestly, it gets old real quick. * personally, he preferred silence over endless chatter, regardless of who it was and that applied to people in his own house too, though apparently, that wasn't going to be happening today * I wonder if I can fake being sick... * anything to get him out of here, even if it meant a trip to Madam Pomfrey *

@coldxblooded 
            
            * her smile would widen , though she kept her lips sealed this time as she flipped her charms book open . yeah , she was /talkative/ but surely that didn’t make her as bad as black or potter ? urgh , the thought of being compared to them almost made her sick to the stomach . of course , she loved the boys dearly , but my , could they get on her nerves .* you’re lucky . charms is my best subject . you don’t have to worry about exploding cauldrons or transfiguring things incorrectly . 

Shut up McKinnon, or I will throw you in the lake * he grumbled, raising his head to look at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. sure, Potter or Black would have been worse, but she wasn't that much better than either of them. why couldn't he have been stuck with a Hufflepuff who didn't talk? Or better yet, a Ravenclaw, because then he wouldn't have had to do anything? *

@demonwithxn 
            
            I’m not doing this to be a /hero/ , mulciber. I’m doing this because it’s the /right thing to do/ , rather than sending millions of people to their deaths , when they don’t /deserve/ it and when the majority have done /nothing/ wrong. yeah , that happened in the past , and yes , there will be /some/ people who might still  hate us for our magic , but you can’t just put everyone into /one/ bloody category ! *she stated firmly , eyes narrowed , before groaning , shaking her head . she /was/ listening to what he was saying .* I’m not /shallow/ for believing in something opposite to /you/. *she grumbled to herself , before blinking at his last comment , swallowing the lump in her throat . her mouth opened , then closed again as he left the broom cupboard . she was going to say that she was sorry that his ancestors had died , but decided against it . her apology would mean nothing. she was left there , contemplating things , before shaking her head , walking away , keeping her head down  . no … no , no matter what he said /he / could not change her mind . * 

* he paused, hand around the door handle, before looking back over his shoulder at her * Because this is the real world, and in reality, the heroes never win. The past hasn't changed, Marlene. The mudbloods talk, they tell their parents of the magic and the marvels of this world. And there are those who will never understand it, will always fear it. They will come, as they once did, with pitchforks and torches, ready to burn anyone with magic. But this time, we'll be ready for them. Do me a favour, why don't you, and think about what I've said. Maybe you don't agree, but if you actually look into it, go deeper than your own shallow thoughts that mudbloods belong just because they have magic, you might see the real threat they pose to our world. Maybe one day I'll show you the portraits of my ancestors that burned because of muggles and mudbloods. Just a thought. * with that, he turned the handle, and stepped out of the closet, closing the door behind him *

@demonwithxn 
            
            * it took her a moment to figure out what he was on about to begin with. neutral to /what/? … oh.. /that/. * if you know me at all, you’d know that I don’t like just picking the easy option. * remaining made her feel like she was lying about what she/truly/ believed in. her jaw clenched as the word ‘mudblood’ left his lips.* do /not/ call them that. * it felt almost strange to hear her actual name come from him— no ‘blondie’ or ‘McKinnon’ this time, as she was normally called, which showed him to be serious.* what makes you so sure that we’re going to lose? *they were never going to agree on that topic. that much was for sure. her lips pursed at his comment about the past repeating itself..* right. and it’s not my fault that you’re all still so stuck in the past that you can’t see that things have changed. *she mused , her arms unfolding as she would take a step in front of him with a heavy breath, slipping out of the broom cupboard.* 

@lycaniae 
            
            * the blonde witch would scrunch up her nose at the mention of the other boys , sticking out her tongue in an almost childish manner . * I never believed them to be smart in the first place . come on . potter ? black ? smart ? merlin , I’d look forward to when that day actually comes . *she laughed out loud — james couldn’t even seem to understand /girls/ , hence why his pursue of lily hadn’t quite worked yet . if he couldn’t do /that/, it honestly didn’t surprise her that the boys had been so .. well … /careless/ with their nickname for the lupin boy. marlene groaned outloud , her hand pressing to her own chest dramatically , her head tilting back with emphasis .* you have no /idea / how hard this is going to be — the wrath of lily evans when she knows you’re hiding something is freakin’ scary . and i share a /dorm/ with her. I’ll tell you this — it’s now your moral responsibility to ensure i don’t get attacked by that girl for keeping things from her ! * she would pause for a moment at his last comment , a sly glint forming within her warm hues .* 
                 awww . *she pinched his cheek with her thumb and forefinger lightly , a bright grin on her features .* me causing you to tremble with fear ? i had no idea I was so /intimidating/ to you — I should use this to my advantage one day — 

(    for   the   first   time   since   he'd   been   stopped   in   the   common   room,    his   shoulders   drop.    he   isn't   so   tense,    the   wizard   actually   allowing   for   a   smile   to   curve   at   his   lips.   it   isn't   fake   this   time.    he   could   only   hope   marlene   got   that   same   notion   from   his   expression.    )    never   did   say   those   boys   of   mine   were   any   smart.     when   they   pitched   the   moony   situation,     i   gave   them   that   same   look.     bit   on   the   nose.     (    a   hand   falls   to   her   side,    just   to   hug   his   friend   back   for   a   short   while.    it   was   a   relief,    telling   her.    a   weight   lifted   from   gangly   shoulders.    meals   post   full   moon   wouldn't   be   as   awkward   now.    )     ugh—     i   haven't   thought   as   far   as   /   that   /.     perhaps   jump   around   the   topic   and   hope   she   can   fill   in   the   blanks   on   her   own.     or   pray   she   asks   sirius   or   james.    not   me,    think   i'm   trembling   just   talking   to   you   about   my   unfortunate   circumstances. 

@lycaniae 
            
            * the blonde would , herself , cringe at the seriousness of her tone . no . no. it definitely did not suit her at all . she visibly shuddered . urgh. it didn’t feel natural at all .* so … I guess that why the others call you moony , eh ? *she giggled slightly , evidently lightening the mood which improved the tense atmosphere . * i can’t believe it was so bloody obvious , right in front of my /face/! 
                 * she would grin for a moment, slinging her arm around his shoulders into a side hug , before her lips parted in disbelief . * rem, you’re talking to a girl who can’t /shut up/ — * it was true that she was worst out of the girls when it came to talking , but she would promise him that she wouldn’t utter a word about it .* I’m /joking/ , I’m joking ! my lips are /sealed / — but y’know, you should really tell her . you spent more time with her than any of us because of your whole prefect situation — what are you gonna say if she asks you ? 

Laughter burst from his mouth then, doubling over from it. She thought /that/ would worry him? Of all the threats she could have come up with, that was what she resorted to? Did she really have no clue at all about anything? He was really going to have to teach her how to make an actual threat that would hold so weight. "That's it? That's your threat?" he managed to get out through the bouts of laughter. "Merlin's beard, McKinnon, you're terrible at this. I'm pretty sure the whole school already knows about my not so secret love for Narcissa. I don't exactly bother to hide it, in the wise words of Bellatrix. In fact, she's convinced the rest of the wizarding society already knows it. I'm pretty sure the only person who doesn't know is Narcissa herself. Come on, McKinnon, that's got to be the worst version of blackmail I've ever heard. Surely you can do better than that."

@demonwithxn 
            
            “ is your goal in life to irritate me? you know, if you weren’t so much up your own ass then we might have gotten along.” She smiled sweetly, before freezing in her tracks at his calling . Her jaw ticked for a moment, blowing a puff of air between her lips, before turning around and giving him an incredulous look. “ you’re pathetic. you really think I have a /crush/ on you? perhaps you’re really /not/ as clever as you first thought … “ she paused, before shrugging her shoulders, a grin forming on her own lips. “ try it. though I’m pretty certain no one would believe you. but the fact that you’re so /adamant/ about this is indicating that maybe /you/ have a crush on /me/. unfortunately. no no, I’m pretty sure the school would be delighted to hear of a little crush you have on miss black…”

She could make all the claims she wanted. It wouldn't even land a single blow to his ego. Considering the rest of the school didn't so easily agree with her assessment on how pretty he was. Really, she was the odd one out there, denying the fact he was indeed a pretty face. Even the mudbloods, despite all their flaws, would have had to agree with him. "Ah, but you have to remember, McKinnon, it'll do more damage to your own reputation then it will to mine," he called after her cheerfully, more than happy to continue on that line, if only to see her growing annoyance with him. "After all, I'm not the one harbouring the secret crush. Whatever will your friends say when they find out. Perhaps I should go and have a conversation with them, find out if they know the truth about your little infatuation with me."

"  marls!  "  he whined,  "  i'm noooot!!  in!!  love!!  "  he easily shrugged off her arm,  taking advantage of his height.

@moonnchildd- 
            
            “ Mhm…. I think you’re lyingggg.” She sang as she slung her arm around his shoulders, sending him a wink. “ come on. admit it!”

@blondeswitch   &&.   have  mercy  on  their  souls  , they  were  irritated  with  hearing  about  malfoy  stupid  malfoy  obnoxious  as  hell.  gave  them  a headache  , the  only  reason  malfoy  was  ‘pining’  after  them  was  because  of  parents  and  he  had grown  fond  of  them.  but  narcissa  was  not  fond of  him  and  his  ego  he  had  going.  “ andromeda ran  away  though  I  see  her  at  school  all  the  time  it’s  hard ”  it  was  hard  ,  every  time  they tried  to  talk  with  there  sister  they  would  always be  with  that  ted  person.  “ oh  please  don’t  bring  malfoy  up ” 

@palestrikes 
            
            marlene barely paid attention to the potion vials in front of her, though her eyes occasionally did slide towards the textbook in her hand regarding the instructions for making the potion. “ I’m sure that isn’t true… you have your sisters— well, perhaps not /bellatrix/, but andromeda is alright. “ she pointed out, before eyeing the tissue in narcissa’s hand. it was quite surprising to see them like this. “ and haven’t you got malfoy pining after you? “ 

@blondeswitch   &&.   narcissa  only  heard  blah blah  blah  from  the  girl ,  they  had  been  zoned out  tipping  the  substances  they  needed  onto  the  table.   ringing  in  there  ears  got  louder  reminding  them  how  the  night  before  went  with the  consistent  rinding  of  bells  , shouting , furniture  coming  apart  .. there  whole  room  had been  destroyed.   “  it’s  written  all  over  my  face  to  know  that  I’m  not  okay   ..  I  have  no  one ”  they  had  no  one  ,  couldn’t  go  to  friends  to speak  about  it  for  it  will  be  repeated  back  to them  , couldn’t  even  go  to  family.   grabbing  a tissue  from  the  pocket  they  wiped  there  nose. 

* considering what the mudblood filth had done to their world, it was little wonder they were so hated by so many. of course, blood traitors like McKinnon couldn't see the bigger picture, but he supposed that was because her family wasn't even that old themselves. they hadn't been there when the muggles had hunted them down * I don't care what crowd you hang out with. You're not my problem after all. And if you die, then so be it. Once again, not really my problem. * he pointed out to her in a dry tone. he wasn't going to waste his time talking about how she was hanging out with the wrong crowd. as far as he was concerned, she didn't fit into his crowd either * Right, then write down impending doom and leave it at that. I'm sure it's not wrong anyway.

@coldxblooded 
            
            * she quietened at that, her lips pursing as she looked up at him, her eyes hardening ever so slightly as her grip tightened a little around her book.* you’re wrong. I have nothing against purebloods. what I’m against is people who disrespect and discriminate muggleborns simply because they have non magical parents. and unfortunately, the majority of your house are foul towards them. and don’t start giving me crap about how I’m ‘hanging out with the wrong crowd’. I’ve heard it enough. *she uttered in a dull tone, leaning back in her chair, though at his last comment, a half smile formed, shaking her head.* I’m sure if I write down something involving impending doom, then she’ll be happy.

* says the very person who spent most of her time judging his entire house when she didn't even know them personally. all he was doing was returning the favour * Oh, that's easily answered. Probably because you can't stand purebloods, despite the fact you have the very same blood running through your veins. Forgive me, but an apology from you is going to sound anything but sincere.  * he let his eyes wander to the ball in front of him, not even entirely convinced he'd see anything either * Is my reflection a good enough answer? Or should I just be dramatic like Trelawney and say everyone is dying?