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Oct. 15th, 2017 10:12 am
[Open] It's A Lovely Day for a Ramble
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likedietrichWhere: Picturesque Hawkshead, Cumbria, England (no seriously just look at this place)
Who: Marlene, any would-be Order members, and anyone who wants to gatecrash tbh
What:Insubordination Dueling Practice A Lovely Autumnal Picnic in the Lake District Nothing Suspicious Here
Proving that, once again, nothing gets done unless she does it herself, it's Marlene who sweet talks her second cousin in Cumbria to lend her some of those fallow fields outside Hawkshead. It's Marlene who puts up the wards that stop any Muggles from wandering in when people are practicing their offensive charms. It's not Marlene who caters the thing, though, so food is entirely dependent on whether said attendee remembers that the polite thing to do when invited to a party is to bring something along.
It's late in the day, and Marlene's leaning against her broom on a field covered haphazardly with picnic cloths and an incredibly odd assortment of food (someone 100% brought Muggle takeaway to this wizarding picnic). She raises a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, and if one went to school with her, it'd be easy to imagine her back in the Gryffindor Quidditch uniform she'd worn as chaser and team captain instead of the simple dress and boots she has to keep the autumn wet at bay.
Eventually, she slants a look over at whoever's next to her. "Well, are you just going to stand there, babes? Do something."
[If you want Marlene, feel free to respond directly, otherwise all the top levels ever]
Who: Marlene, any would-be Order members, and anyone who wants to gatecrash tbh
What:
Proving that, once again, nothing gets done unless she does it herself, it's Marlene who sweet talks her second cousin in Cumbria to lend her some of those fallow fields outside Hawkshead. It's Marlene who puts up the wards that stop any Muggles from wandering in when people are practicing their offensive charms. It's not Marlene who caters the thing, though, so food is entirely dependent on whether said attendee remembers that the polite thing to do when invited to a party is to bring something along.
It's late in the day, and Marlene's leaning against her broom on a field covered haphazardly with picnic cloths and an incredibly odd assortment of food (someone 100% brought Muggle takeaway to this wizarding picnic). She raises a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, and if one went to school with her, it'd be easy to imagine her back in the Gryffindor Quidditch uniform she'd worn as chaser and team captain instead of the simple dress and boots she has to keep the autumn wet at bay.
Eventually, she slants a look over at whoever's next to her. "Well, are you just going to stand there, babes? Do something."
[If you want Marlene, feel free to respond directly, otherwise all the top levels ever]