Who: Marlene and Florean Where: Florean's Ice Cream Parlous When: Backlogged to 17 March at 8p What/Summary: The most awkward interview ever Ratings: G for content, cursing up the wazoo
Shit. Shit shit shit shit bugger fuck hell. how she thought that this would work when she first talked to him, she had no idea. But she did. And her mouth got her into this mess, maybe her wand could get her out. After saying goodnight to Florean as Marlene, she hurried home, changed out of her work clothes and into the most nondescript black robes she owned for this meeting. Then came the real work. It wouldn’t be work at all if she has been able to acquire some polyjuice potion, but she had enough skill to be able to transfigure her own face and it would have to do. The process was long and painful, but she was able to widen the nose, thin the lips, change just enough of herself so that she didn’t look like herself, though she wasn’t skilled enough to do anything to her eyes. She wrote it off to the complicated structures of them. She would rather be given away by that than to have gone blind due to her own incompetence.
At eight on the dot, she was at the door, remembering at the very last minute not to let herself in, but to knock, signaling her arrival. It was a habit that Marlene always arrived to where she needed to be at exactly the time agreed upon, not a minute before or after. She caught that she was still acting very much like herself and knew at that moment she has to be Magdalene, not Marlene, though she’d never had to do that with another person, and the thought of being exposed terrified her.