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A Marauders-Era RPG
RP: It begins with a letter 
6th-Feb-2007 06:13 pm
RP: It begins with a letter
Date: 28th September, 1975
Character(s): Marlene McKinnon, Remus Lupin
Location: Astronomy Tower
Status: Private
Summary: Marlene and Remus meet in the Astronomy Tower after she receives a worrysome letter from her parents
Completion: Incomplete. 

It was late at night and Marlene should probably have been in bed a while ago, or if not, she should at least be in her common room or dormitory, which were the only places where she was allowed to be at this time of the day. But even though she had never been one to disobey rules, she had sneaked out of the Ravenclaw tower about half an hour ago and had made her way to the astronomy tower in a sneaky way that would have made any Slytherin proud.


About an hour ago she had received a letter. The same big, black, threatening owl which had delivered her father’s howler in her first year had been taping impatiently on the window, waiting for someone to let it in, looking at her imperiously. Rolling her eyes, Marlene had let the owl in, expecting a silly or useless letter. However, when she had read the first line, her heart had stopped, if that was physically possible, before starting beating again. She had had to read the letter a dozen of times before getting its full meaning and, clutching the letter in her trembling fist, she had sneaked out of the common room, making her way to the empty astronomy tower where she now sat in a corner, her knees brought up against her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. After reading the letter for the fifteenth time if not the hundredth one, she folded it again, her fingers still slightly shaking.


Her mother was in St. Mungos. That was nothing new… but she was in a deep coma and that, however, was not something she was used to. The fact that most of the healers were not sure about her recovery worried her even more. She was afraid for her mother’s life but, in a selfish way, she was also worried for hers, and her sister’s. What would happen to them if their mother died, if they were left alone with their father? There would be no way out of the dull and oppressed life that was waiting for them in that case. They would have to do as they were told, with nobody to defend them, only someone to patronize and control them, when not hitting them.


Slowly, she slipped her letter in her pyjama pants pocket, shivering lightly as the cool air blew around, making her air stand on her bare arms. She had not bothered getting dressed, she had left the common in such a fast and mindless way that the only thing she had brought with her had been the letter, not caring if the night air might be too cold for someone only wearing pyjama pants with a tank top. Sighing, she rested her arms on her knees, absentmindedly tracing the faint scars on her arms which had been there for a few years already. Her father was quite fond of pocket knifes… suddenly, a small sound came to her ears and made her look up. She was pretty much sure that the said sound was the one of foot steps coming her way. She bit her bottom lip, waiting anxiously, hoping not to get into trouble.

20th-Feb-2007 10:24 pm (UTC)
It wasn't often that Remus chose to go to the astronomy tower, in fact it was a very seldom occurence. He couldn't say why he felt the need to go there tonight, it was just that, a feeling, an inexplicable need to do so. Or just where he ended up wandering.

His footsteps echoed against the stone walls, and he pulled his hands out of his pockets, faint marks upon the back of his hand, perhaps not noticeable to others, but noticeable to himself. He scratched at them for a moment, before he reached out and pushed the door open to the classroom, obviously not in use that night.

He stepped forward, only to shuffle back a step in surprise at seeing another person there. "Oh.." he started, ready to give some sort of apology at intruding on someone elses privacy, however the apologetic words that were ready to come forth a mere moment before were silenced at the look upon Marlene's face.

His expression shifted into one of concern and he walked forward a bit. "Are you alright?" he asked, knowing that indeed she wasn't, but still feeling a need to ask.
21st-Feb-2007 07:01 pm (UTC)
Marlene's heart beat quickened as the door slowly opened and she bit her bottom lip harder, wishing she could disappear. However, when her eyes focused on the person facing her, she sighed softly as relief filled and relaxed her body. She gave a weak smile.

"Hello Remus," she said in a small voice.

When he asked if she was alright, she could sense in his voice that he already knew she wasn't, and so lying would be no use in this case. But she didn't want to bother him with her problems either... in the end, she resigned herself for a shrug and looked down at her feet, tightly wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees, shivering lightly. She cursed herself mentally for not thinking about taking her cloak with her and sighed.
16th-Mar-2007 12:33 am (UTC)
Her quiet greeting and downward gaze did nothing to alleviate his worry, quite the opposite actually. Remus ran a hand through his hair in a nervous unsure gesture, before a moment later seeing her shiver, he removed his jacket, revealing the white dress shirt underneath. "Here.." he said softly, handing it to her with a small smile.

"Do you.. want to talk about it?" he asked, a slight tilt to his head, uncertainty evident in the hesitancy in his question.
16th-Mar-2007 12:45 am (UTC)
Marlene took the jacket and gave a small smile, thanking him silently as she was not sure she would be able to talk. She sighed and put it on, instantly feeling the warmth go through her body.

When he asked her the next question, she stiffened lightly, opening her mouth to decline the offer, but then she closed it immediately after. She turned to look at him, almost feeling curious. Did he really want to be bothered with her troubles or was he just trying to be nice as she knew he always was? After a small hesitating, though she still wasn't too sure, she took the letter out of her pocket and handed it to him, not convinced she would be coherent if she tried telling him the whole story, knowing the printed letters would be easier to read.

She wrapped her arms tighter around her knees, crushing them to her chest and resting her temple on them, her head slightly turned so that she could still look at him though her hair was falling like a dark curtain in front of her face.
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