Post by MARLENE BERNADETTE McKINNON on Jun 16, 2014 14:45:39 GMT -8
Marlene was confident with who she was - in fact, she was confident with most things that she did. She was fiercely independent and loved doing everything herself...After all, she had spent years under her mother’s thumb. The woman was too daft to even let her dirty her dresses and day-gloves, let alone let her out to play in the mud with her brothers. Mrs. McKinnon forced Marley into a life of dainty delicacies when she was younger and now that she was old enough, she had practically abandoned everything her mother had taught her in exchange for adventure. There was this certain craving that she had for this developed independence. She was so much more than than the pretty face that her mother had always wanted her to be. She was a quidditch player, an adventurer, a writer, a reader, a prankster, a debater, a self-proclaimed philosopher, a chain-smoker...
She placed the cigarette between her lips, letting it hang there as she pulled on her converse sneakers. Chewing on the butt, she laced them back up and tied them in quick knots before jumping to her feet. Pulling the lighter from her back pocket, Marley flipped it open and her eyes fixated on the flame for a few seconds before she slowly sucked in the smoke and inhaled, before exhaling. Drawing the cigarette away from her lips, she could almost instantaneously feel the calm that settled in the pit of her stomach. She imagined her mother’s voice in her head, ‘Marlene Bernadette! Those cancer sticks are going to be the death of you! Why can’t you pick up a classy habit? Like knitting! You could knit your brothers some sweaters for their birthdays! How incredibly lovely, Marlene!’ She snorted before brushing some of her dirty blonde hair away from her eyes and popping the cigarette back into her mouth.
Marley trotted through the common room, grabbing a few things as she weaved in and out of the furniture. A sweatshirt that someone had left, sunglasses that were nearly crushed under someone’s foot that were lying on the floor, a pack of exploding snaps that had been abandoned by the couch, and - Pausing, the dirty-blonde looked at the book that was sitting on the edge of the table. Quidditch Through The Ages. Flipping open the cover, Marley skimmed the foreword written by Dumbledore. She wasn’t normally much for reading, but she needed something to do considering Slytherin had booked up the pitch for tonight. Shrugging, she slipped it into her bag and threw the pair of sunglasses onto her face.
Marley moved through the castle quickly, anxious to be out in the open air. She didn’t even bother to hide the fact that she was blatantly smoking - something that often got her into trouble with the faculty...A few inhales there, a few flights of stairs here, and she was standing on the lawn, next to the Black Lake. It was a gorgeous March day and she was suddenly very thankful that people had been careless enough to leave all their things in the common room for her to snag. Marls dropped the cigarette onto the ground, using her foot to end its short life before she propped her sunglasses back onto the top of her head.
She dropped to the ground in front of the lark oak tree and flung her bag next to her. Pulling out the stolen book from her bag and a bag of sunflower seeds, she lay down facing the tree and put her long legs up on the bark, crossing them just at the ankles before cracking the volume open, “The Evolution of the Flying Broomstick-” The dirty blonde laughed as she put a seed into her mouth and crunched down, “What’re they going to tell me? It flies by magic? No shit.”TAG; OPENNOTES; open thread with marley! now accepting any and all participants! <3she bites.