marlene mckinnon is on the mend (heart_of_a_lion) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2009-10-29 03:54:00 |
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Her mistakes. Hah! Marlene hadn't made any mistakes, not like what Sirius meant. She just didn't want her little sister to get hurt. How the hell did that make her some kind of bad guy? After all, if Effie was so sure that Pepper was so great, then it shouldn't kill her to have waited until she knew the guy for more than a couple of months. How old other people were when they had sex for the first time didn't make any difference to Marly. The fact that she herself had shagged blokes whose names she didn't even know didn't even make a difference: she went into it not expecting anything but a good tumble in the sack. She was pretty sure that Effie wanted more than that with Pepper. These were the thoughts that were racing around and around in circles in Marly's head as she stormed out of the flat, out of the building, and down the street. She'd left her journal in her room after leaving that note for Lily, because she had plans to get drunk and shag a random guy, and she didn't need her journal around for that. She didn't even care that she had training in the morning. She had plenty of hangover potions and she would just pour an entire pot of coffee down her throat before leaving for the Ministry. She didn't want to go into the Diagon area, or even apparate to Hogsmeade. There was too much chance of running into someone she knew. She had her wand with her, and muggle London was still as safe as you could get in a big city, and with the mood she was in, no muggle criminal would stand a chance. After a brief bit of wandering around, she found a dingy, crowded bar. Elbowing her way to the bar, she ordered a beer and then turned to scan the room (as best she could) while she waited. There was a bloke not too far down the bar from her, and he would do nicely. He looked to be about her age and alone. After she got her beer, she took a swig, then leaned against the bar and caught his eye. She winked, then turned to survey the room again, watching him out of the corner of her eye. When he came over to her, she smiled and flirted. Several more beers later, they stumbled out of the bar and into the alleyway behind it. Her back was against the wall, fingers fumbling with the button at the waistband of his jeans while he damn near had his tongue down her throat, when she heard in her head a very familiar -- and at the moment, annoying -- voice telling her, "Try not to do anything too phenomenally idiotic." She broke away from the kiss, shaking her head to clear it. This wasn't phenomenally idiotic or anything like that. The guy, they'd never exchanged names, not during the beers they'd drunk together and all the flirting they'd both done, he didn't seem to notice or care. He was already unbuttoning the fly on her jeans and was kissing her neck. Marlene should be enjoying this, damnit! And she would enjoy it. She got his fly unbuttoned, too, but as she was unzipping his jeans, she heard Sirius' voice in her head again. "Try not to do anything too phenomenally idiotic." This wasn't phenomenally idiotic, she wanted to scream at him. It was just sex in an alley; that was only slightly idiotic. The bloke brought his mouth back up to hers. He tasted of beer, stale cigarette smoke, and a combination of other things that Marly couldn't quite place, but that resulted in a very disgusting taste. Oh, but who gave a damn. They met in a bar, they were well on their way to having sex in an alley. Hoping for a guy who brushed his teeth was a bit much, given the circumstances. Once more, with feeling, "Try not to do anything phenomenally idiotic," sounded in her head, as he started sliding her jeans and panties down her hips. Fuck it, this was a bad idea and she knew it. It was a really bad day when Sirius Fucking Black was the voice of her conscience. Breaking away from his kiss once again, she grabbed his hands and stopped their downward movement, yanking her clothing from his grasp and returning them to where they belonged, buttoning her fly up swiftly with hands that only shook slightly. "Sorry love, just remembered I have to be somewhere," she said, flashing him a flirty smile. The guy, of course, was having none of the saucy little tease. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back against the wall, hard. "You're not goin' nowhere, sugar." He dug his fingers into her shoulders, to show he meant business. She'd made certain promises, and he was going to make sure that she kept them. Using magic on a muggle? Probably not the best idea. But Marlene could fight without using her wand. She brought her knee up fast and dug it into that tender place that men have between their legs. His grip on her shoulders loosened enough that she could slip out of his hold. Stepping to the side so that she could move more easily, she kicked him, her foot connecting with the muscle right above his knee, then punched him in the nose. Nobody messed with an Auror trainee. The guy collapsed to the ground, gasping in pain as blood ran from his nose and he clutched his groin and knee. Just like that, the adrenaline from a fight started seeping away, and Marlene was left seriously feeling all those beers. Gathering as much spit as she could manage in her suddenly-dry mouth, she spat on him before trudging out of the alley. There was no way that she was going to be able to walk back to the flat on her own. Pulling her wand out, she held it aloft in her right hand, summoning the Knight Bus. She didn't care what it cost, it would at least probably get her back to the flat in one piece. And then when she was sober and not hungover, probably she owed Sirius an apology. And one for Effie, too. Okay, fine, and Pepper. |