Marlene Lupin is plotting her revenge (on_the_wall) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-10-14 22:20:00 |
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Marlene had decided that the tellyvision was really annoying in October. Muggles seemed to enjoy playing thousands of terrible films about monsters at night, all with incorrect facts and horrible glamour jobs. And, of course, with it being the night of the full moon, the wonderful folks that made the telly happen had decided it would be a gas to play The Wolfman at midnight. Marlene groaned and flipped the telly off, not wanting anything to do with that, or the fact that the moon was obnoxiously bright tonight just to taunt everyone, or that Sammie kept running (or well, given the state of her stomach, waddling) over to the window to bark at something that only she seemed to hear.
She flopped over on the couch, groaning and pulling one the pillow she'd been leaning on over her head, whining for a few seconds before trying to go to sleep. A few seconds after that Marlene realised that was going to be impossible given what she knew was going on outside, and knowing what was going on with Remus at his parents' house. This sucked, her arm was hurting again, and she wanted some damn beef jerky. Marlene dumped the pillow off onto the floor and rolled over on the couch, wondering if maybe watching the ceiling would be a better way to pass the time. "Siriuuuuuuus what'cha dooooing?" Marlene called into the flat, glad, at least, that this time she wasn't stuck alone by herself during the full moon, listening to everything happen downstairs.
Sirius was doing something that was quite rare for him these days and taking a break with a book; a book with words, not semi-decent pictures and motor vehicles. He could hear the telly in the other the room, so despite how he was feeling right now, he left Marlene and/or Sammie alone to watch whatever it was they watched when he wasn't there. That said, he could hear the dog waddling around out there so he knew she wasn't on her own, at least.
He perked his head up from the bed in his own room (though the door was wide open, as when he had it shut, 'Beware of the Dog' was quite accurate for his mood) and considered what to say. He could tell her he was obsessing about her boyfriend being an arse. He could tell her he was reading a book. He could say he was enjoying that lemony fresh smell that his covers had right now. Naturally, he did none of these things. "Having a wank!" He called out, trying to keep a straight face. "What are you doing?"
Marlene was already half way to Sirius's bedroom when he answered, which resulted in momentary grossed-outness followed by some intense eyerolling. This was life with Sirius Black, apparently: a constant battle between the hysterical and the disgusting. "Well then, don't let me stop you," Marlene replied, walking into his bedroom without knocking and plopping down on the end of the bed. Sirius's room was so much more... crowded than hers and Remus's was. It reminded her a bit more of the way her bedroom back when she'd lived with Dorcas had looked. Marlene didn't have enough stuff anymore to allow herself to be messy. "I'm bored and there's nothing on the telly and I can't sleep and I want pizza but I'm not going out to get it."
Not many people would have braved coming (excuse the pun) after that but Marlene was a special case. He moved up to give her some room to sit in case this was going to be a long whine, but it turned out to be relatively short. "S'cuse the mess," He said, as he generally did when there was a girl in his bedroom whose opinion actually mattered.
"Well!" He considered, shutting his book and sending it back to the bookcase with a flick of his wand, "Let's see if we can't fix that." He didn't fancy going out for pizza either, but he could understand her anxiety. This was going to be a very long night if they couldn't find things to do with it. As Sammie had decided not to grace them with several puppies tonight, he'd have to think of something.
He gave her a genuine grin, "We could go kick some Death Eater arse, but golly, we're doing that next week!"
"Nah, don't apologise for the mess. I like the mess," Marlene brushed off the apology, rolling over so that she was laying on her stomach, leaning on an arm so that she could face him better. As long as she didn't accidentally sit on anything... used, Marlene didn't have a problem with it. She'd heard about Agnes and the kitchen counter. She didn't want to know what went on in the bedroom.
"Well golly gosh shouldn't we be doing that every day?!" she replied, milking the sarcastic over-excitedness a bit longer than likely was funny. "I mean, I sure like going in there to give them all the ol' one-two and coming out with the opposite occuring!" she added, even throwing in some mock-punching to accent her point.
Sirius had to laugh at her (while moving a little further away because she as freakishly strong for a girl), "You have a point!" Though as much as they enjoyed getting a good fight, they couldn't do it every night or they'd end up exhausted. It was better to get specific, strategic strikes than to thump blindly. "But we all need relaxation too. We don't want to lose our heads." His forehead promptly met his quilt and he emitted a groan, "Oh, bloody hell, thanks for making that joke 'inappropriate', Fenwick." Whatever happened to just being murdered like a normal person?
He cleared his throat and tried to get the image of disembodied heads out of his mind. It wouldn't help the current situation with Remus and considering Remus was attempting to chomp some venison tonight, so he tried to think of something a little more pleasant. "I hope you're not planning on giving them a punch at this party. I've been trying to make you a lady." He wagged his finger at her meaningfully, but he really wasn't good at putting on an act like this.
"You know, it probably would've been better if you'd been talking about losing the head that I thought you'd been talking about, not the literal one," Marlene smiled weakly, trying to turn it into a joke before she spent too much time thinking about Benjybits. Hell, it'd almost been three months now since that'd happened...
"People need to stop dying," she muttered, shaking her head slightly, not wanting to think about that anymore. Marlene glanced back up at Sirius, contemplating making a quip about if he kept wiggling his finger at her she would bite it off, but concluded that all things considered? that wouldn't be the best plan. "But gracious offers of accepting offered punch are ace then, yes?" she asked, feigning the hoity toity voice that totally always showed up on accident when she mocked the purists. "God, I'm going to come out of this brainwashed, aren't I."
"Oh," Sirius said, looking at the bedspread intently. His foot was in his mouth so often these days he ought to be charging it rent. He couldn't help but agree with her. He was getting sick of this 'falling over dead' business everyone seemed to be doing. They should make a law against it on penalty of wearing a giant chicken suit or something equally horrendous. "You're not going to get brainwashed. I didn't!" Although he did come out with some other interesting side effects that he kind of didn't want Marlene to have. "Besides, a little manners never killed anyone. Unless you had my etiquette teacher, who despised me." He looked around conspiractionally, "Sometimes, late at night, I can still here her voice...'YOUR BACK IS NOT STRAIGHT, YOU ARE NOT A VEGETARIAN, THAT IS NOT WHERE A GENTLEMAN PUTS HIS HAND'." He shuddered for good measure. "Good thing I'm not going to this thing. I'd probably start having flashbacks."
Marlene stared back at Sirius silently, a look of mild terror in her eyes at his explosions of squawking. "Right. Okay change of plans, I'm not going," she noted, her expression completely deadpan. "I like not having manners. Putting my elbows on the table is comfortable."
A few seconds later Marlene allowed herself to break into the grin she'd been holding back, then rolled off the foot of the bed and up to her feet. "Come on," she said, walking over to the bed's side and grabbing for Sirius's hand so that she could pull him up to his feet as well. "You're trying to make me a lady, eh? Let's do it then. Show me how to do this fancy snooty dancing thing then. I'll try not to kill your feet. Or break anyone's leg."
Sirius gave her a very lazy look over and shrugged, swinging his leg over the side. "You need a skirt or something. I can't dance with you if you're going to look like Marlene. Look like...I don't know, who are you masquerading as?" He didn't exactly look spruced up for the town either, but he was mostly thinking that it might get the point across if she bent too much doing her curtsy in a skirt. She'd give the old codgers a heart attack. "Have you done it in your shoes yet? Those things look like murder. " He should probably put his own shoes on if she was going to be stamping all over the place. He liked his toes. He'd had them for many years and would continue to like them for many years if he had any say in it.
"...But it's after midnight," Marlene frowned, not all too excited about the idea of tripping around the flat in her costume and heels this time of night. If she thought she'd get away with it, Marlene probably would've shown up to the masquerade itself wearing sneakers. "No, I haven't yet," she admitted, shuddering at the thought of those shoes. She'd just gotten her costume a few days earlier, and she'd only just tried it on to make sure that it fit, but hadn't exactly gotten around to breaking it in or anything. "We're going as Guinevere and Lancelot. Figured something Arthurian would fit into their happy little world of snootiness alright."
"You should have to do it in the damn shoes too if I have to."
"I aint going!" Sirius laughed, thinking about himself in one of those costumes. The usual type of these things are bad enough. Add feathers and all that nonsense, you might as well just wear a giant sign saying 'I'm a fairy!' (though some of them might be on the night) and really, they didn't need to advertise it. He showed her with his hand, "At least go put your shoes on. You need to be able to curtsey and dance in them and if you fall over into someone, people will be laughing too damn hard to help you up and there goes your social standing. A lady is a lady, even at midnight.Trust me, I know." Trying to get at a girl at one of these events was absolutely futile but it didn't mean he hadn't tried before. Sadly, he hadn't been too successful with it but you never did know who showed up at a masquerade. "Managed to get your arse not to stick out when you curtsey?"
"Yes I know how to curtsy, thanks," she rolled her eyes, standing up and grabbing the end of her t-shirt as if it were the end of her skirt, and... stood there for a few seconds, not quite able to manage doing it. "UGH fine, I'll go get into the bloody costume; be right back," Marlene grumbled then stomped off to her and Remus's bedroom to change, knowing that a trial run of things actually in costume would be a good plan, no matter how much Marlene's sensibilities (and dislike of looking stupid) disagreed.
A few minutes later Marlene tromped back into Sirius's bedroom, barefoot and dress on (but unzipped in the back) as she dumped the high heels she'd carried in haphazardly onto the bed, forgotten in an instant. "There, happy? Help zip me so that I'm not half naked," she ordered, having only managed to get the zipper partially up on her own. She turned so that her back was facing Sirius and pulled her hair over to the side so that it wouldn't get caught -- subconciously making sure that her left shoulder stayed covered -- and waited for him to help. It wouldn't be fun for either of them if her top slid down when they were dancing. Funny, maybe, but not fun.
Sirius smiled to himself and considered doing a little victory dance, but he didn't want to get caught mid-boogie by Marlene looking like she just came from one of Narcissa's tea parties. Even though she'd look ridiculous, he would be the one unable to live it down. Besides, seeing Marlene dance in some some fancy arse heels was worth staying still.
When she wandered back in, he had to avoid the urge to avoid his eyes. That was probably a good sign. He'd started doing that with Evans when they'd gotten serious, too. He (albeit really awkwardly) zipped her up and muttered something about never doing it again that was mostly nonsensical noises. He picked up the heels with raised eyebrows, "You're going to be running around in this, McKinnon?" He snickered, not bothering to hide his amusement, "You're going to need practice or first flight of stairs, everyone in the place is going to get a look at your knickers."
"I wasn't planning on running, no," she scoffed, turning around once she was zipped up to jokingly glare at Sirius and her heels, arms folded across her (currently very ample) chest. Maybe this whole dressing up thing did have its benifits.... "I didn't know that ladies ran; they might get sweaty, Merlin forbid. She continued talking before he started up with any of that crap about how ladies didn't sweat, they glistened and shimmered and bullshit. "Are there going to be stairs? It's like... a dance. Shouldn't the floor be, you know, flat?"
"What if something goes wrong and you need to scarper? You need to be able to run." As much as he wanted to joke around about this thing, he didn't want Marlene to get hurt. He didn't want to answer to her boyfriend if she did. They had enough troubles right now. "Or at least lift your leg or your knee enough to get someones goolies. Unless it's Lestrange then you could just punch." Ah, the evening was never complete without a good Gigantor joke. "Knowing Narcissa, she'll desire an entrance. Meaning, could be stairs." He thrust the heels into her arms. "Get 'em on. We'll go out and when we're done, they won't know you from the the other tight arsed stick in the mud purist bitches, alright?" Not that he was feeling bitter at all. He headed out to the main room, looking for some appropriate music. This could take a minute.
"...Right," Marlene nodded, her demeanour slipping into seriousness for just a moment. She'd been worried a lot more about the possibility of something going wrong at the masquerade back when some of the Order members had been pushing for the thing to end in a duel, but it seemed as though since the plan had changed, her worried had subsided a bit. Which she shouldn't've allowed to happen; something still could go wrong, and Sirius was right about how she needed to be able to move in the shoes she was wearing. (Although ideally if a situation occurred that required running, Marlene had a feeling that her shoes would be getting kicked off. Or into someone's junk.) She flopped down onto Sirius's bed to shove her shoes on -- he was right, that did take a minute -- and followed him into the other room, only losing her balance and wobbling on her shoes once! "Alrighty Black," she said, flopping down on the sofa (dear god, her feet hurt already). "Let's do this thing. Show me what you've got."
~to be continuedddd~