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Post by marlene edith mckinnon on Mar 15, 2011 20:42:44 GMT -5
  Marlene ran a shaky hand through her tousled hair, and glanced at the clock over the fireplace for what seemed like the millionth time that evening. The last time Marlene had looked at the clock it had read 11:58, now it read 11:59. Surely the clock was broken, it was moving far too slow. Annoyed, Marlene looked away, focusing her glance on the entrance to the common room.
Not that anyone would enter at this time of night. A prefect perhaps, but even they finished patrolling around 9. By now everyone in the castle was in his or her place, the younger years were sleeping. Her fellow sixth years were nowhere to be seen, and the seventh years must have been granted some sort of reprieve because Marlene hadn’t spotted any of them studying all weekend. In fact, Marlene’s only company in the common room was the fireplace, and two fifth years in the corner quickly trying to finish their transfiguration essay – due during tomorrow’s first period.
Even if Ollie had forgotten that she was supposed to get Marlene firewhiskey while in Hogsmeade today – even if she hadn’t gone to Hogsmeade at all and instead had spent the entire day in the Forbidden Forest with the centaurs or whatever creature she was obsessed with this week – Olivia still had to come to bed at some point. Surely a professor would have herded her back to the common room by now?
Not that the stubborn Gryffindor would readily admit it, but she was worried. It was creeping up her spine, making her cold in spite of her closeness to the fireplace. Mar didn’t want to overreact, but the more she sat alone, the more she thought about that student found dead in the Shrieking Shack. Then, naturally, she thought about all the enemies that McKinnons had, being blood traitors and all. It used to be that the standard action for blood traitors were removal from the family tree, and then no one ever talked about them again. This was a common occurrence for McKinnons, Weasleys, and the odd Black. The Bones were also known to get themselves removed from trees every few generations. But nowadays, being a blood traitor could mean seeing more than your name disappear. You might disappear yourself.
Just last week Marlene’s mum had written to her daughters about how Eliza Catchlove’s house had been found partially destroyed, with the telltale skull and snake floating eerily over the ruins. Her only crime had been being of mixed blood, and if the stories floating around the school were true, an Order member. The McKinnons were Order members. At least, all the ones of legal age and no longer in Hogwarts were. Even Marlene’s grandmother talked about it all the time. How they couldn’t let another Grindelwald happen, and needed to act quickly.
Nervously running her hand through her hair yet again, Marlene forced the worry down into the pit of her stomach, where at least it couldn’t choke her, and checked the clock for the millionth and one time.
12:01.
Maybe Olivia was just camping in the Forbidden Forest or something? Somehow, Marlene couldn’t quite convince herself of this. Hagrid would have known, and would have sent her back up to the common room.
Right?
 hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, open
they’re all, 545
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “She's being a Debbie Downer...” |
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