the swallow brings a song hard to follow

marlow — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 17:14:41 GMT

~~I think I've had enough sex to understand what the hell it is.~~

I don't believe there is anything more awkward than having to sit through a very detailed sex-ed class with your whole year. Then again, it could have been worse: my parents could have been there.

Oh. Uh. Blegh.

Why can't we just have normal classes?

Ah, on another note--

What should I be for Halloween?

marlow — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 04:32:06 GMT

It's going to be a long year, isn't it? I just have this weird feeling about it all. Part of me is already fed up with all the speeches we're getting. Yes, we know. This is our last year. We've got a lot of responsibility to deal with, etc. etc.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

...
This is our last year.

Holy mother of Merlin.

--

Private to Zoey.
-
At which point last year did you start to freak out?

marlow — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 23:01:29 GMT

It had been a long while since Marlow had even taken a glance at her father's old photo albums. She hadn't a strong clue as to why she had brought them to Hogwarts in the first place, but something in her told her she should. That same something was punching her in her head to open her trunk and take them out.

There wasn't much else she could do. She had taken to bed most of the day. Her ankle still hurt slightly, no matter how well Miles and Maeve fixed her. So, scooting down her bed, she popped open her trunk and ruffled around inside it.

She finally brought out one of the photo albums on top and settled back against her pillows.

Marlow had a feeling she was going to be looking at them for a while.

marlow — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 05:25:33 GMT

I think I sprained my ankle.

It hurts so bad, I can barely walk on it.

open darlings.

marlow — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 00:26:31 GMT

As Marlow walked quietly through the hallways of the fourth floor, she couldn't help but feel slightly bothered. As she kept her eyes out for anyone disobeying the few rules that Hogwarts enforces, she chewed down on her bottom lip. She didn't much want to admit it, but the fact that Brady was now dating Jen sort of set her on edge.

She couldn't explain why she felt that way, either.

She was with Zacharias and she was very happy. She loved him, even.

She still couldn't get Jen and Brady out of her head. He had confessed he still had feelings for Marlow. Not barely three weeks ago! And now he was with Jen?

She sighed deeply as she continued through the halls.

She would never understand boys.

marlow — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 20:16:06 GMT

Zacharias.

[Private to Zacharias]
Meet me outside of the 5th floor Prefects bathroom, okay?
Five minutes.

marlow — Mon, 27 Aug 2007 00:47:47 GMT

"Mum! MUM!"

Marlow's voice carried nearly throughout the whole of the house. She was standing in the kitchen and bouncing on her heels. She was almost shaking with excitement as she held a pretty, shiny silver badge in her hand. The letter from Hogwarts lay forgotten on the kitchen table beside her as footsteps could be heard thundering down the staircase.

"Marlow, Marlow what is it?" Camilla breathed, pausing in the kitchen the catch her breath.

"I've been made Prefect!" Marlow exclaimed, handing out the badge for her mother to see. "Now you can't possibly keep me home! I'm Prefect!"

After getting over the realization that Marlow was not at all in danger, Camilla managed to take a calming breath. She looked down to the badge in her hand. A small, nearly astonished smile crept over her face. Marlow looked eagerly at her, as if all of her troubles were going to disappear in that moment. If only she was that lucky.

"Frederick, love, come here a moment?" Camilla pressed into the intercom.

"Yes?" Frederick asked, as he came from his office.

"I've been made Prefect!" Marlow repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. She said it so loud, she threw Frederick a little off guard. He stumbled back for a moment before looking to Marlow with quite the curious glance. "Frederick, you're going to let me go back, right? Please?"

Frederick did not say anything for a long moment. His glance, however, moved from Marlow to Camilla and it seemed as if the two adults were communicating without saying anything at all. This made Marlow nervous. So nervous, that she stopped bouncing around and she merely stood there.

She wanted to be able to go back to Hogwarts so badly.

-

I have the best, most absolutely amazing news ever!

I'm allowed to go back to Hogwarts! Wee!

marlow — Wed, 22 Aug 2007 19:50:39 GMT

Marlow's room was rather a disaster. Clothes were strewn about, her trunk was toppled over on its side and it looked as if a tornado attacked the brightly colored bedroom. Marlow sit at her desk, typing away on her laptop as she tried to find something to do.

Her summer work had been finished.
Her laundry was done, though it sort of didn't look that way.
Even Jamie was fed, changed and sleeping peacefully in his crib. For once.

Then, as Marlow looked out her bedroom window, she spotted an unfamiliar owl coming. She stood up, fixed the latch and opened the window to the cool breeze. Her hair blew around her face as the owl landed on the ledge of her window. She didn't see anything at first, and then all of a sudden she saw a pretty white rose.

"Huh," she murmured to herself as she gave the owl a bit of the pound cake she had been snacking on. She watched as it flew off before she realized there was not a note to go with the flower.

-
You know, if you're going to send me flowers, you should really at least sign your name.

VISITORS? MAYBE?

marlow — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 01:56:08 GMT

The back deck of the Barton household was usually barren. Camilla and Frederick were never much allowed a moment of free time and Jamie was far too young to be out in the blistering heat. With nothing to do, Marlow took advantage of the solitary.

Dressed in one of her favorite bathing suits, she lay on a lounge chair with the WWN playing in the background. Celestina Warbeck was singing her new single and Marlow found herself humming along. She didn't even like the pop-singing witch, but it was just too damn catchy.

As the sun was causing Marlow to glisten a slight bit, she heard the French door swing open in the background. She lifted up her sunglasses and peeked around to see who it was.

"Marlow, someone is here to see you," Frederick said as he half leaned out of the doorway.

marlow — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 02:59:43 GMT

The weather looks really nice today.

Seems like the heat wave is finally breaking. It would be nice if I could actually go outside and.. well, experience it! I am going mad in here!

I feel like my mum is really taking this too far.

marlow — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 05:21:55 GMT

"Mum, you can't be serious!"

Marlow stood in the kitchen with her arms crossed and a look on her face that clearly wondered whether her mother had gone mad-- or just beginning to. Camilla exchanged a look with her husband before sighing softly. It caused Marlow to let out a small indignant huff of breath.

"Marlow, darling, we're just worried," Camilla said, as her eyes traveled to the local paper. A headline on the front page caught Marlow's eyes-- KILLER YET TO BE CAUGHT. SECOND VICTIM FOUND.

"But Hogwarts is safe," Marlow argued, beginning to get upset. She just had to go back to Hogwarts. It was her last year! What would she do without her friends? Quidditch? Riah? The last question burned in the back of her brain as she shook her head. "No stupid killer can get past Hogwarts.. not with Dumbledore as Headmaster!"

"Marlow, please, be reasonable," Frederick said, clearing his throat. "We're concerned about her safety. This man is going after vulnerable, young women. Such has you."

"Yeah, but I bet those women didn't have a wand up their sleeve! I'm not defenseless!"

Camilla sighed wearily, "Magic can not solve everything, Marlow. The world is a dangerous place, no matter if you are a witch, wizard or mugele--"

"Muggle," Marlow corrected with a slight edge to her voice. "Honestly, Mum! I've been going to Hogwarts for nearly seven years now! Can't you get it right once?"

"Marlow, watch your tone," Frederick warned. "This isn't the time to start yelling at us. It will only make this situation worse. If we decide you're not to go back, then that is the final decision."

Marlow stared at her mother for some sort of help, some sort of something. However, the older woman merely shook her head before looking to Frederick. The two caught their eyes for a moment before looking to Marlow.

"You two are insufferable!" Marlow said finally, before running off to her bedroom.

marlow — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 22:29:30 GMT

Marlow,

Dear, I do hope you're alright.

We've been reading the Prophet everyday in hopes to learn something new. We never associated with the Crabbes. Your father and Crabbe, Sr. were friends in Hogwarts, if only for a little while. We never saw much of him.

I do remember Sebastian saying he smelled an awful bit.

Of course, it is a dreadful thing that happened. I can't say I believe a word of their accusations, though. A Weasley a murderer? There is no such thing. Please do tell your friend that we back him one hundred percent.

Your grandfather has been ranting about it since it happened. He almost went into the Ministry, himself, the other day! It took all my effort to stop him. You know how old he is now. He wouldn't last a second, I don't believe.

Alas, I have a yoga class in about ten minutes. I do hope your well and give your family our love. Tell Zacharias that we very much enjoyed his company as well.

Love,
Abigail and Lucas Linney

My Grandmum is a right funny lady, I think.

This whole situation is nearly pulling my Granddad out of retirement. I would hate to see what he's like when he's angry. Grandmum doesn't seem to think he'd even make it through.

Brilliant.

marlow — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 19:39:24 GMT

Anyone who honestly thinks that Ron and Harry could have anything to do with Crabbe's death is bloody mental! That Rita Skeeter woman is downright bonkers.

That being said, I never thought I would ever see a Dark Mark like that.

I can't imagine how his parents must feel right now.

~~Not like I ever liked Crabbe. He was a bloody fat lard.~~

marlow — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 20:15:37 GMT

Marlow was home.

She was finally standing in her own bedroom, inches away from her own bed. Her own bed! Dropping her suitcase and trunk down, Marlow flopped onto her bed. Falling flat on her back, Marlow spread her arms out as a small sigh escaped her lips.

It was a nice feeling to be back at home.

But she found that she missed her grandparents a little bit. She wondered if perhaps she would be able to get them to come and visit her here at home. Well. That might be asking a little bit too much.

---

Look! I'm home! Yay!

OOC

marlow — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 05:45:45 GMT

So. This is random. But! I made an icon community.

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Just like, you know, putting it out there. >.>

marlow — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 05:20:41 GMT

Marlow didn't have many more days to go.

In fact, come Saturday morning she was leaving the Linney Manor, and she didn't know when she was likely to return. Her time spent with her grandparents was strange, and uncomfortable at first. She was not used to their strict orders and unrealistic demands. Honestly. High heels for lunch time?

She got over that quickly enough. What she learned about her family, about her father-- it all made up for it. The Linneys were not the ravaging Death Eaters she imagined them to be. They were your stereotypical strict, rich family that just expected far too much from their only child.

However, in their old age, their rules dropped much of their weight. Unfortunately, they seemed to never stop blaming themselves for what happened to Sebastian in the end.

Marlow rested her head against the pillows her of bed and let out a tired sigh.

In the morning, she was to help her grandfather re-organize his book shelves. In his old and tired age, he rarely did much organizing anymore. She had promised him she would. So, she switched off the light and closed her eyes.

marlow — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 00:08:48 GMT

Today is Friday the 13th.

It's a bit funny, really. At least- oh, well, I guess you'd just have to be here to understand. But lucky for you lot, you're no where near me.

That sounds a bit weird, doesn't it?

Heh.

Guess what!!

marlow — Sun, 08 Jul 2007 20:51:45 GMT

The Linneys were different people.

That fact seemed very obvious to Marlow during lunch-- or that was what it was called. Marlow did not think she had ever had fillet mignon as apart of her lunch. (Usually it was grilled cheese or a sandwich.) She also never had to dress so nicely.

She sat in her designated seat, both to the left and right of Abigail and Lucas Linney and was dressed neatly in a satin, yellow blouse and a gray pencil skirt with pretty ivory pumps. Usually, she reserved such an outfit for church or Easter, but Abigail or her um, grandmother had requested it. That was still so strange to say.

Although it was highly unfair that Marlow must wear such dignified clothing while Abigail herself was still in her yoga outfit. Strange.

The visit had been alright so far. They had been kind and cordial. It was hard to find any clues as to what type of family they were. Were Death Eaters as prim and proper as they?

As Marlow sat in her designated bedroom, she thought about this. She didn't know how she was going to handle two weeks.

marlow — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 02:03:43 GMT

Surrounded by a mound of clothing, Marlow sat on the floor of her bedroom. She was leaving in two days for her grandparents, and didn't have a clue as to what to bring. She didn't know if they were laid back or high-strung.

With a slight sigh, she shrunk most of what she could down to bite size and shoved it all into her suitcase. Somehow, she fit nearly her whole closet in one suitcase. Ah, the powers of magic.

After that debacle, she collapsed against her bed.

She really didn't want to go.

Riah,

I leave for my grandparents on Saturday morning. I'm nervous. ~~And I'm going to miss you.~~

Marlow♥

To-

If you're looking for me, I'll be away at my "grandparents" for two weeks. I'm sure I'll be able to come out and visit-- maybe. Well, we'll see.

Miss you guys,
Marlow♥

marlow — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 00:59:14 GMT

Hello lovely,

How is New York City? I do hope everything is brilliant. There hasn't been one good event or party since school let out for hols. It's depressing. Jamie spits up occasionally, my mum and Frederick are nearly always working and I'm home. Though, I guess not for long.

You're not going to believe what my mum is making do!
~~Oh, and I have something to tell you.~~

Marlow♥

Marlow let the quill rest on her desk. She leaned back in her seat and sighed. She was bored. She had nothing to do and no where to go. She was meant to be packing. She had two weeks of life with the Linneys-- but she couldn't help but put it off.

She needed to do something.

So, she logged online and made one small plea.

Someone get me out of here, yeah?

marlow — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 05:29:36 GMT

"Marlow, can you come here for a moment?"

Preoccupied with the television, Marlow barely heard her name called. She was looking through the TiVo, hoping her mum had managed to record all of her favorite shows. She had a lot to catch up on now that she was home.

"Marlow?"

"Uh, oh, what?"

Camilla stood in front of the television, one hand on her hip and the other holding a rather long piece of parchment. She didn't look her usual happy self. She looked annoyed. Marlow didn't like annoyed.

"Can you please explain to me why you didn't tell me you were in contact with your grandparents?"

Yes, annoyed was a very good descriptive word to use.

"Um...I--" Marlow didn't know how to respond properly. What was she supposed to do? Skip off of the platform, waving the letters about with a happy face? The Linneys were the reason her mum and dad split in the first place. She thought it a touchy subject.

So far, she was right in her assumption.

"Marlow, lovely, you can't hide these things from me," Camilla told her, her voice much gentler now. She came about the coffee table and sat down beside Marlow on the couch. "While I am not exactly on the best of terms with them, I would never wish to keep you from seeing them. Besides, you ought to think a bit better. They sent me a letter nearly as soon as you got home."

Marlow groaned, and buried her head in her mum's sleeve. "I don't know what to do, really. Can I just go and visit them? Wouldn't that be weird?"

Camilla patted Marlow's shoulder gently, "Not if they've invited you, darling. They seem very excited too. They wrote to see if I would grant you permission to stay with them a few weeks out of the summer."

"A few weeks?" Marlow was nearly shocked as she looked back up at her mum. Then, she realized her luck and sighed. "I suppose I have to, don't I?"

Camilla nodded her head with a knowing smile before kissing her forehead.

"Relax, love, its not for a week or so," she said. "You'll have plenty of summer without them."

Zacharias [later-ball]

marlow — Sun, 24 Jun 2007 18:03:22 GMT

After finally excusing herself from Andy, with comments of how tired she was feeling, Marlow left the Great Hall in search of Zacharias. She hadn't seen him anywhere inside, and thought perhaps he was outside.

She ventured to the Courtyard, and couldn't help but smile as she noticed just how nicely it was decorated. Fairies decorated the trees and shrubberies and lights were strung nearly everywhere.

As she walked lightly along the cobblestone, she thought for a moment she spotted Zacharias.

marlow — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 14:54:04 GMT

So, he likes me. At least, I'm positive that is what he meant. I'm a little surprised. Alright, a lot surprised. Except he has to "woo" Reina in public. I guess there's that downside I'm generally subjected to.

Boys are so confusing.

I've just gotten out of the Potions Practical. I can't say I'm not relieved its over. Snape was breathing down my bloody neck the whole entire time.

But, I aced it. I know I did. ~~He told me so himself.~~

I've got nothing until tomorrow afternoon.

That means I get to sleep late. Oh, that's just kind of wonderful.

CO-ED SLEEPOVER. ALL WELCOME.

marlow — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 04:24:12 GMT

Marlow was exhausted. The Quidditch match earlier in the day was the more exhilarating and most exhausting game she had ever played. She took a long shower, and took an even longer time getting herself ready for the evening. She hadn't really ever had a co-ed sleepover before.

Sure, she had spent the night with boys, but never in such an atmosphere as this.

The Room of Requirement wasn't exactly decorated, per say, though was filled with pillows, blankets and random flat mattresses. There was bowls of food and drinks lining a small table and music played quietly in the background.

She loved the wonders of Hogwarts as she laid herself casually down on one of the mattresses and stretched her arms out with a yawn.

Soon, the door opened.

marlow — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 03:05:37 GMT

So. Riah. ... So. New grandparents?

I think I'm sort of in the need of a girls' night. Or a sleepover, or maybe just a lot of cookies. ~~Yes, I'm requesting food. No, I do plan on actually digesting it. Bugger off.~~

Or I could just mix them all together and get all three!

Who is in with me? And no, Miles you are not invited. ~~Riah, maybe we'll sneak off later.~~