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Marlene didn’t bother hiding the roll of her eyes as he continued to speak. Then, she raised an eyebrow at his statement, “Blindly confident? Darlin’, I’ve already proven my skill. My confidence is backed with proof, that ain’t blind.” She quipped before giving a little shake of her head. “Besides, as much as I’m sure Reggy will enjoy hearing you kissed his ass when he wasn’t around, quite frankly, you’re boring me. No bother arguing over hypotheticals.” Though she did, and often. 

“Oh, I’m not entirely certain. I’d be stupid to not consider the fact that he may lose, but I know Reg. I know his flying, and I know your flying.” Barty replied, without much of a glance at the blonde. “Blindly confident. You truly are a Gryffindor.” He said the last sentence vaguely enough so that it could be taken both as an insult and as a compliment. One of Barty’s many talents.

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Lily: You need to react when people cry.

Marlene: I did, I rolled my eyes.

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its okay if everything isn’t figured out. be in the moment. live laugh love. and if a few dicks find their way into your mouth, so be it 

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“But,” She interjected, holding up a hand. “Blind loyalty is stupid and destructive. If we’ve never played, being entirely certain he would win is, by definition, blind loyalty.” Tilting her head to the side, she smiled, sickly sweet. For once, however, Marlene didn’t feel like arguing about stupid shit. “We’ll find out whatever circles he can fly around me when the match comes. ‘Til then it’s a blind shot...but I’m still confident I’ll wipe the pitch with him.” And stubborn until the end.

“Thanks.” Barty said with a small grin at the loyalty comment. “But you’re wrong. He has more than a chance of beating you. He’s a ruddy fantastic seeker and he could probably fly circles around you.”

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Grouplove - Tongue Tied

Take me to your best friend’s house

I loved you then and I love you now

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“You’re funny.” She said, rolling her eyes. Marlene actually liked Regulus, and his cat, but she was confident in her skills and too stubborn to admit otherwise. He could beat her fair and square and she’d deny it ‘til the day she died. “He may be brilliant, but he isn’t better than I am. Just because he’ll pose a challenge doesn’t mean he has a chance of beating me.” Waving her hand, as if to dismiss the thought, she snickered quietly. “Your loyalty is endearing, however.”

Barty raised his eyebrows slightly at her comment. Modesty clearly wasn’t her best trait. “There we disagree. My boy Reg will give you quite a run for your money when Gryffindor plays Slytherin. He’s a brilliant seeker.” Regulus could be the worst seeker that the Slytherin team had ever seen and Barty would still talk about him as if he was the best. 

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Marlene: The chances of a relationship between you and Remus aren’t promising. You two are of a completely different caliber.

Sirius: Marlene, just cause he isn’t a pureblood doesn’t mean he’s not important.

Marlene: The higher caliber I was referring to was his.

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It was funny to Marlene how every Slytherin seemed to have had personal offense from Sirius. “That may be, but we still have the best team in terms of being well rounded.” She declared with a little grin, just the barest hint of her lips curling upwards into a semblance of her natural demeanor. “That, and we’ve got the best seeker in the school. So overall, we win.” Her lips pursed at his statement, but she shrugged again. “I’ll take that. A win’s a win which is a rockin’ victory party.” Though she’d never felt less like attending a party.

Barty couldn’t help the eye roll that followed the mention of Sirius’s name. But he grinned when she admitted that Sirius wasn’t better than the Slytherin team. “But a beater does not a quidditch team make.  Having a decent beater won’t win you the game. It might save you from a few broken bones though.” Barty nodded. “Exactly. Which is why Gryffindor will win. Narrowly. My guess is you’ll end with a 30 or 40 point lead.”

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“You’re forgetting our beaters.” Marlene replied with only mild interest, cocking her head to the side. “Sirius’ got a mean arm on him, probably better than everyone except y’all’s team.” Then, she shrugged. “Still, if I’m a faster catch it doesn’t matter much how great they are, except in rare circumstance. And while I’m not counting out them scoring more than the snitch can cover, sure doesn’t happen often, yeah? Besides, having a better overall team out rules some nice chasers.” Not that she disliked the Hufflepuff team. She quite liked them, but there were no friends in quidditch

“Oh, I don’t disagree. Gryffindor’s got a better overall team, and if I were a betting man my gold would be on you lot. However, the Hufflepuff chasers have scored more points per game on average. You make a faster catch though. Your keeper isn’t to be doubted either. It should be an entertaining game.” Barty explained, his tone short and direct. 

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Gritting her teeth together, Marlene continued walking, despite Sirius’ words. She absently recognized that she had no reason to be acting cold or angry towards the other Gryffindor. However, she also didn’t want to be caught in conversation with him. Not now. 

“I know you think you’re all kinds of clever, Sirius, but if you don’t leave me be I will punt you out a window.” Her voice was dry, but without malice. Leave it to Sirius Black to grate on her nerves the day she wasn’t able to snark back properly. 

“I’m sorry, I was under the impression that I could do whatever I’d like because I’m a free person.” She muttered, clutching her food tightly as if he was going to take it from her. “That’d be because you’re not my favorite Gryffindor. And being the only Gryffindor from the Black family is the same as being picked last for the quidditch teams.”

Pausing in her words, but not her steps, she cast a look over her shoulder and sighed, barely. “I wouldn’t pick you last for quidditch, though.” She amended, her voice barely a grumble. No need to take a bad night out on him, he wasn’t at fault here, she reminded herself. 

“How about...none of your business?” She posed it as a question, though it was anything but. “I wouldn’t tell you about my romantic encounters anyway, unless your name has somehow changed to Alice overnight.” Not that she ever had any romantic encounters in the first place. She wasn’t bitter. Not at all. “I’ve got breakfast now. Worries subsided.”

Silent Screaming // Marlene & Open

“Yet,” he spun immediately to follow her out of the great hall, never one to pass up an opportunity. An opportunity to what he wasn’t quite sure, but he was positive he hadn’t liked the way she looked, and he was positive that he had nothing better to do than follow her. 

“Yet,” he repeated, to be sure he’d been heard, “you speak. So you’re not lacking the ability.” 

Wordplay. It was never too early in the morning for wordplay. And, to be fair, it wasn’t early at all, unless you were Sirius Black, who deemed anything ‘early’ as long as he’d been forced to wake up for it. 

‘You come in like a thief for breakfast,” he observed, a hint of a grin, doing a sort of casual leaning walk that made everything look effortless. “And you leave with no more than three words to your favourite Gryffindor.” 

A pause. 

“Alright. Your favourite Gryffindor that you haven’t been romantically involved with.” Another pause. “Your favourite Gryffindor with long dark hair?” Pause. He pointed at her. “Got it. Your favourite Gryffindor from the Black family.” 

If nothing else, he was sure he’d won that category. 

“You practically missed the whole of breakfast. Long night? Illustrious romantic encounters?” 

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Though Marlene had been mostly avoiding people since her incident with the forest, this comment had her pausing and rolling her eyes. “Good chasers don’t mitigate the fact that we’re better than them.”

“The way I see it, Gryffindor will win, but only narrowly. Hufflepuff has some good chasers.”

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// Gryffindor

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They look like cinnamon rolls but they can actually kill you: Gryffindor

They look like cinnamon rolls and are actually cinnamon rolls: Hufflepuff

The look like they can kill you but are actually cinammon rolls: Ravenclaw

They look like they can kill you and they can actually kill you: Slytherin

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gtkmm: favourite female characters [1/5] / mini mcguinness

“ I need time to think, no-one will fucking let me think. “ 

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