An experimental scribble for @astin-the-silent, it’s his wonderful Charr dude Mardoc. <3 I tried out some new brushes and have to admit that I like the outcome! Charr-anatomy is quite … strange, but also interesting and challenging. Thanks for providing this guy as guinea pig!
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Marlene had to give it to Sirius, it was a fantastic party as they always were. People were happy, drinking, dancing and the music was actually bearable. Marlene’s hair that had earlier been perfect was now tussled, her cheeks flushed, her lips kissed numerous times and her mask was now long gone. She was now dancing with a handsome seventh year Ravenclaw who seemed to be really enjoying her Janet costume, as most of the other boys at the party had. She laughed to herself knowing that a good portion wouldn’t even know what Rocky Horror was and that she was just some crazy girl who went to the party in a white bra and slip.
She had seen Caradoc a few times that night, and had avoided him at all costs. Partly because dew to the fact of how much alcohol she had had she wasn’t sure what she would say and partly because of their costumes. Of course he would go as Dr. Frank n Furter, the idea of making eye contact with him while she was in her underwear and he was dressed in a corset was just a little too much. However as she danced her eyes still sought out for him and when she found him he was practically passed out on one of the couches. Rolling her eyes and detaching the Ravenclaw’s hands from her waist she made her way over to him, not even saying hello before moving his arm over her shoulder and hoisting him up. “Come on, Dearborn, time to get you back to your office.” She said trying not to think about how it felt good to have his arm over her shoulder and just focus on getting him out the door. Because even if she was more sober than him, she was still be drunk.
A couple of years past since Marlene left Hogwarts, and both her and Caradoc had joined the Order of the Phoenix, as planned. At the last Order meeting, Caradoc suggested they meet up at Florean Fortescue’s new ice-cream place in Diagon Alley. Because ice-cream is great. She’d accepted Caradoc’s invitation, which was good news as Florean was meant to make great ice-cream and because he hadn’t spoken properly to Marlene in a good long while.
Caradoc arrived fifteen minutes before the arranged time, because he thought it was rude for a gentlemen to arrive after the lady. He was wearing a baggy cardigan that he hadn’t worn in ages, which he knew was a terrible mistake, it was shabby. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, he and Marlene had been a sort of thing since she was at Hogwarts, which was obviously kept a secret as Caradoc wanted to keep his job.
He got himself a coffee before Marlene arrived and drank it incredibly fast. And then he saw her, she walked into the ice-cream parlour really casually. Her face lit it up entirely. Caradoc smiled at her then pulled a seat out for her, and pushed it back in when she sat down. He also sat down and said, “Hello, Marls. What can I get you?”
As soon as her classes were done for the day Marlene rushed to get out of her school robes and into some muggle jeans and a t-shirt that would be much easier to move around in, which was something she needed for what she was about to do. Her heart pounded as she walked down the stairs into the main common room and her hands shook as they finished putting her long blond hair into a braid. This was insane, this was a stupid idea that she had thought of in the heat of the moment and it was never going to work and all she was going to do was make a fool of herself.
But what else could she do? She thought as she walked down the hall to the DADA room. Marlene had never and will never be one to just sit there and let things happen around her, she had to be in the action. The idea of not doing anything right now made her more nervous than the training. Besides this wasn’t just some random thing she wanted to be apart of, this was her family. Her flesh and blood, in danger and Marlene couldn’t do anything to help them, which made her feel anxious and weak. The two feelings she hated most in the whole world.
She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost completely walked right past Caradoc’s door. Who knows maybe the part of this training would be being nice to him, but she knew that was wishful thinking. Hopefully what he would be teaching her was advanced, far more advanced than what they were learning in class. It would be a challenge but Marlene had always been fond of those. With a shaky hand she reached up to knock on the big wood door. As she waited for him she began to bite at her lower lip, a nervous habit she’s had sense she was a young girl.
Marlene had never once in her whole life been a patient person, nor has she ever gone more than a week without communicating with some member of her family. It has been two weeks, 6 days and 21 hours sense the fateful day she received the letter from her mother and every moment that passed Marlene could feel herself growing more and more scared, paranoid, and angry. The worst part was how the school completely shut her out, how she didn’t have the faintest idea what was happening in the outside world and above all with her family. The family that had always been so close, who all linked together no matter what was being torn away from her and her emotional stability was going with them.
And of course on top of everything she had Caradoc. Caradoc who the more she spent time with the more she grew to like. Well “like” isn’t the right word, more like loathed a little bit less. Along with being impatient, Marly has never been fond of change and her feelings for Caradoc, whatever they may be where definitely changing. So she’s been fighting it wether she is aware of it or not, which has of course led her yet another detention with her oh so favorite professor. On the bright side it gives her more time for the private lessons and on the dark side it’s over Hogsmeade weekend. This on top of her generally bad mood made the blond a ticking time bomb that could explode at any minute as she knocked on the door of Caradoc’s office.