Magic in the air

© everlark
Marley with her now ex-boyfriend Paul in the summer of ‘76
"Stop it Paul!! I can’t concentrate when you’re tickling me!!"
"Haha, this is just payback for that stunt you pulled earlier today…"
Taken by their friend Elspeth with a muggle camera

Marley with her now ex-boyfriend Paul in the summer of ‘76

"Stop it Paul!! I can’t concentrate when you’re tickling me!!"

"Haha, this is just payback for that stunt you pulled earlier today…"

Taken by their friend Elspeth with a muggle camera


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fyeahportkeytothepast:

“I don’t see why you can’t just admit that you like him Hes.”
“He knows I do, I don’t have to say it, he still goes for all the other girls who look twice…”
“And you go for other boys, you’re both as immature as each other.”
“Love you too Mare.”

Marlene and Mary confronting Hestia about a certain someone, 1978.

fyeahportkeytothepast:

“I don’t see why you can’t just admit that you like him Hes.”

“He knows I do, I don’t have to say it, he still goes for all the other girls who look twice…”

“And you go for other boys, you’re both as immature as each other.”

“Love you too Mare.”


Marlene and Mary confronting Hestia about a certain someone, 1978.


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drabble :P 

Marlene stared at the History of Magic textbook laying in front of her, and watched as the tiny writing blurred in and out of focus. She shook her head and tried to snap out of the exhaustion that overwhelmed her. She had to finish this essay, it was only a foot and three quarters, piece of cake. But every time she looked at the textbook and attempted to form a coherent thought, her mind would wonder to completely irrelevant things. When she was supposed to be reading about the first Goblin rebellion, she found herself wondering exactly how tall Flitwick was or how long it had taken Dumbledore to grow out his beard. She had gotten exactly 4 hours of sleep last night and tonight would probably be the same. She yawned and stretched, pushing the textbook and parchment away from her, successfully clearing a space for her to put her head down. Only five minutes, she told herself, then it’s back to History. Slowly she drifted off to sleep, picturing Dumbledore being tiny with a giant beard and Flitwick dancing about a ruler. 

In her dream she was flying. She was on her broom, pushing it to the limit, seeing just how fast she could go. She climbed higher and higher, her feet dragging across clouds, before she dived down. As she went down a sudden fear gripped her, she tried to shake it off but to no avail. She neared the ground, she was no longer in the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch but in a forrest. The forrest was dark, almost black and the moon was completely obscured by ominous clouds. Her broom skirted just above the trees, and a sudden fog began to rise from the depths of the forrest. She closed her eyes, wishing to be away from this place, away from the cold and the fear. She opened her eyes to find herself staring into red ones. The hard eyes glared at her, and she found the eyes were connected to a face, and the face connected to a mouth, to her horror she saw the mouth turn into a malicious smirk and a long, pale finger reached out towards her face. She tried to scream but could not, she knew that if that finger touched her, she would be lost, whatever happened, she could not let that finger touch her. But there was nothing she could do. She closed her eyes and waited for the finger to come, for her skin to feel the icy flesh of the evil that was so close to her, her heart beat frantically, knowing she could not escape it but still hoping there was some way out. 

With a start she awoke, cold sweat lining her brow, she looked around. The finger, the red eyes and the forrest were all gone. She was in the library and a very concerned Lily was looking at her.

"Are you okay Mar?" she asked "You were shaking in your sleep and mumbling something…" Lily trailed off and looked down at Marlene with worry in her eyes. Marlene smiled faintly up at her.

"Oh, it was nothing Lil, just a bad dream thats all. I guess History of Magic is not the best thing to read before a quick power nap." she quipped, hoping that her voice did not portray the lingering fear that she felt. Lily looked at her dubiously before nodding slowly and taking the seat across from her.

"It’s getting late Marls, the library closes in a few minutes, we can finish the essay together upstairs in the common room." Lily said as she picked up a book from the table, examined it and placed it back down. "Come on, I just have to grab a book and then we can head up, okay?" She glanced at Marlene, then stood up and disappeared into the transfiguration section. Marlene watched as Lily left before standing up herself and packing up her books. Lily popped out of the aisle with a particularly large volume and strode over to Madame Pince, asking to please check it out. By the time she returned to the table, Marlene was ready to leave.

"So, are you going to tell me what the dream was about?" Lily asked as the two friends climbed up the stairs to Gryffindor tower, "And don’t try to pass it off as nothing, you looked pretty shaken when you woke up." Marlene glanced up tiredly at Lily, meeting her sharp green eyes, she sighed and spoke, 

"You’re right Lily, it was something, just not something I want to discuss right now. I still have this essay to write and I’m bloody exhausted. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow yeah?" She looked up at Lily, pleading her to not press the issue further. Lily regarded her for a minute. 

"Okay, thats fair." She stopped and told the Fat Lady the password, the portrait swung open to reveal the sparsely populated Gryffindor common room. "Here, there’s a table open, go grab it Mar, I have to get some parchment from my room." She quickly ran up the stairs to the girls dormitory, leaving Marlene to get the table. Marlene sighed and walked slowly over to the table, she unpacked the textbook, a quill and her essay parchment and once more began to work. This time, she was not so distracted by idle thoughts, seeking instead to find solace from such thoughts by focusing on the drabness that was the first Goblin rebellion. By the time Lily came back down, Marlene was halfway finished. Lily sat down and the girls began working together, not speaking, each left to her own thoughts. Finally, around midnight, Marlene finished the essay. She straightened herself and let out a satisfied breath. Lily looked up from the large transfiguration volume and gave a slight smile.

"Done?" She asked. Marlene smiled back "Yep, I’m off to bed, you almost done?" Lily looked from the book to Marlene and back. "Nope. Still got a bunch to do. You head up, I’ll be up later." Marlene nodded and said "Night Lily, don’t stay up too late!” She turned to head up to the girls dormitory and more importantly, her bed. “Night Mar,” Lily said, “Try not to have anymore nightmares” Marlene rolled her eyes at Lily and made her way up the stairs to the room she shared with her friends. When she went inside, they were all asleep. Lucky bints. She quietly got ready for bed, careful not to wake the other girls. When she was all ready in her her oversized pink floyd shirt, she eased herself onto her mattress, snuggling herself into her covers, yanking the surrounding curtains closed before finally letting her head fall onto her plush pillow. She drifted off into slumber, confidant that her exhaustion would prevent her from having any more bad dreams that night. 


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Marlene loved milkshakes. 

The reason Marlene loved milkshakes so much was not just because of their creamy deliciousness, but because when she was seven and her sister was born, she was no longer the baby of the family. Her little sister was showered with love and presents and Marlene felt jealous and neglected. 

Marlene’s father, Mitchell, noticed this and took Marlene out to talk to her about how her life would change now that there was a new baby in the house. He took her to an ordinary muggle ice cream parlor and ordered two vanilla milkshakes. 

Since that night, Marlene has always associated milkshakes with the love her father showed her, and the bond between them. 


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ooc: 

I’m sorry I haven’t really been actively on these past few days/week/whatever

I’ve been really busy with personal stuff and school (midterms suck). I’ll be on in the future, around my spring break but until then I have to study for the ACT and the rest of my midterms. SORRY DARLINGS :( I am really really really really sorry!


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fancyvance:

The Ladies of Portkey


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Hi! 

thealicemurphy:

Alice darling!!!!

How are you?!


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Marlene McKinnon on a fine spring day
Photographed by Emme

Marlene McKinnon on a fine spring day

Photographed by Emme


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My entire supply of Firewhiskey is gone. 

h-is-for-hestia:

lily-the-doe-evans:

fancyvance:

Well, it wasn’t me! We didn’t use that stuff for the milkshakes, did we?

I hope you haven’t been slipping it under the table to the younger students again, McGonagall got tons of letters from parents and gave them to me to answer last time that happened. My hand hurt for a week after that.

It was the Marauder’s secret stash of Firewhiskey that we used for the milkshakes, and I haven’t been slipping it to anybody.

Although the last time was really funny.

That’s horrible!!!! Who could have don such a thing? I was going to ask you if we could use some to make more milkshakes!!!! This can’t be happening. We have to get to the bottom of this.


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@ Lily, Emme, Hestia and Mary 

Marlene sighed and sat back in her bed, the momentary freak out over. They would tell her eventually. Probably make fun of her for it too.

"Ahh but Mary darling, the beauty of windows is that you can experience the marvelous outside with out actually going outside!!!"

Marlene winked at Mary as she pulled out a pillow from behind her and fiddled with it on her lap.

"I’m feeling far too lazy to actually move just yet. So I think we deserve at least an hours lie-in.” Her hands stopped playing with the pillow and she smoothed the soft fabric. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a proper life chat anyway.” 

She cocked an eyebrow invitingly and cuddled her now smooth pillow close to her chest in anticipation, “So girls, spill.”


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