Post by Marlene Mckinnon on Sept 5, 2007 18:50:59 GMT -5
It was late. Actually, one could call it early--it was 1 A.M, but whether or not you claimed for it to be late or early, Marly couldn't sleep. Something was pitting in her stomach. She knew what it was, but she'd tried to hard to hide it to let it affect her. So she thought, anyway.
It was fifth year. Last year. She was hanging out in the common room with her friends, chatting away about their holidays--they'd just gotten back from Christmas break--and McGonagall came looking terrible and pale. All the kids froze, looking up at McGonagall expectantly and confused.
"Ms.Mckinnon...could I see you for a moment in private, please?" Marly paled before she slowly stood up, her friends watching her. McGonagall looked...depressed. Something was seriously wrong. She walked up to her and looked expectant, and quiet confused. She hadn't played any pranks, as of late...
"What's wrong?" she asked hastily. McGonagall sighed, taking one her hands. Something was definitely wrong. Marly wretched it away.
"We should go up to see Professor Dumbledore, Marlene. He can explain everything," McGonagall said, putting a hand on her shoulder and leading her to the Headmaster's office.
They told her her father, the only person she had left anymore, had been killed in a Death Eater attack on a muggle village.
She didn't cry. Or, she tried not to. Instead, she raged. She went back to the common room, storming in and drawing much attention, before she barked at them to mind their own bloody buisness.
She cried that night in the common room alone, not able to sleep, and the next morning her mother came and got her to come home for the funeral.
She ran her hands through her hair as she walked down to the common room and sat down on the couch in front of the dying fire. Lily was always with James, nowadays, and the only people she'd been really talking to were Remus and Sirius. Lily always knew what to say and do to make Marly feel better, even though Marly denied being upset everytime.
She figured sitting here for a few hours would make her alright. If she took some time to sit alone in peace, she'd be fine. She could push it away, again.
((random procrastination...feel free to jump in or toss away in the trash...but don't throw the computer.))
It was fifth year. Last year. She was hanging out in the common room with her friends, chatting away about their holidays--they'd just gotten back from Christmas break--and McGonagall came looking terrible and pale. All the kids froze, looking up at McGonagall expectantly and confused.
"Ms.Mckinnon...could I see you for a moment in private, please?" Marly paled before she slowly stood up, her friends watching her. McGonagall looked...depressed. Something was seriously wrong. She walked up to her and looked expectant, and quiet confused. She hadn't played any pranks, as of late...
"What's wrong?" she asked hastily. McGonagall sighed, taking one her hands. Something was definitely wrong. Marly wretched it away.
"We should go up to see Professor Dumbledore, Marlene. He can explain everything," McGonagall said, putting a hand on her shoulder and leading her to the Headmaster's office.
They told her her father, the only person she had left anymore, had been killed in a Death Eater attack on a muggle village.
She didn't cry. Or, she tried not to. Instead, she raged. She went back to the common room, storming in and drawing much attention, before she barked at them to mind their own bloody buisness.
She cried that night in the common room alone, not able to sleep, and the next morning her mother came and got her to come home for the funeral.
She ran her hands through her hair as she walked down to the common room and sat down on the couch in front of the dying fire. Lily was always with James, nowadays, and the only people she'd been really talking to were Remus and Sirius. Lily always knew what to say and do to make Marly feel better, even though Marly denied being upset everytime.
She figured sitting here for a few hours would make her alright. If she took some time to sit alone in peace, she'd be fine. She could push it away, again.
((random procrastination...feel free to jump in or toss away in the trash...but don't throw the computer.))