Evan & Marlene || Don’t tell me you’re sorry coz you’re not
“Or you could have just been a good boy and not gotten us detention.” Marlene answered, her eyes staring pointedly at him. If Marlene was completely honest, she would say that she does not really mind this all that much. It gave her an excuse to hang around Evan without any other people around, without people staring at them and whispering. It was refreshing, but he does not need to know that. So with her sternest look, Marlene stuck her tongue out at him as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Not expecting him to pick her up, Marlene quickly wrapped her arms and legs around his body as she felt him hoist her in the air. A small shocked noise escaped her lips before she laughed. Allowing him to move her wherever he wants, Marlene just looked down at him. Her blue eyes sweeping across his handsome features, paying no attention to what he was doing until her back hit the table. Leave it to Evan to turn cleaning into something naughty. Rolling her eyes at him, Marlene trailed her fingers up the arm wiping the table, her lips meeting his as she wrapped her legs around his waist tighter. Her free hand coming up to cup the back of his head, pulling him towards her so she can deepen the kiss. “And what are those ways?”
The only noise Evan made was a sigh of satisfaction deep in his throat, his mouth never leaving hers. Evan didn’t know how long they had spent like that, his hand clutching the rag no longer moving as they continued to make out on the table. To be honest for those few minutes Evan had completely forgotten where they were and what they were supposed to be doing. All that consumed him was Marlene and nothing else. And to be very honest indeed, things probably would have escalated to massive proportions too if it hadn’t been for the sound of the doorknob turning.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed quickly pushing off and away from Marlene. He quickly flung the rag beside her head and idly moved towards the bucket just as Filch swung the door open, a snarl on his lips and his eyes crazy with a yearning to catch them out. Evan just hoped that Marlene would be able to take the rag and at least make it seem like she had been hard at work polishing the tables down.
Evan & Marlene || Don’t tell me you’re sorry coz you’re not
The sound of his voice lured her mind into a peaceful state. While he was not the best singer in the world, there was just something about his voice that she adores. Perhaps it was the familiarity of it all or the fact that it belongs to him. Leaning forward a bit, Marlene kept her blue eyes on him - feasting him as he danced to the sound of his voice. “In my defense, you seemed so capable of taking care of both the jobs.” Marlene said, her shoulders coming up as she shrugged in response to him.
After a few minutes of watching him clean, Marlene got bored. Of course she would get bored. Without making a sound, she hopped off the little table she was perched on and bounded over to him. Her long arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, her chin resting on his shoulder, her body pressing against his as she let out a small giggle. “I’m bored, Evan, and I do not want to clean. Is there something we can do to make this horrible detention more fun? Like a game or something?”
After a few more minutes of sweeping, Evan let the broom lean against on of the desks as his hands flew to his hips. “Man, I should’ve stolen Mulciber’s wand or something,” he said with a frown as he took in just how much more work they, he, needed to do. The floor was pretty much clean, all that was left was the top of the desks and their undersides.
Evan grinned over his shoulder at Marlene. He hitched her higher so that her legs wrapped around his waist. “A game?” he questioned his hands supporting the underside of her thighs as he thought. He walked them over to where the rest of the equipment was and picked up a rag. He walked back to a desk and stowed Marlene upon it, her back coming down as he came over her and left a quick kiss on her lips. With his hand holding the rag he began to quickly and carelessly wipe the desk as his other supported the back of Marlene’s head. His lips were back upon hers, “I dunno,” he said in between kisses, “I’m not too good at thinking up of games but I certainly can think of a few ways to have fun.”
Evan & Marlene || Don’t tell me you’re sorry coz you’re not
He retaliated in his own way, of course he would retaliate. A single pull had her walking close to him and a single arm pulling her close had her in close range. How can she stay mad at a face like that? As he leaned in to peck her cheeks, Marlene wiggled around in his arms, trying to decline the affection from him with a silly grin on her face. It was impossible to really be mad at him, not when he is being so damn adorable like that. Another pout graced her face when he released her and went back to mopping - well more like dancing with the stick.
Her eyebrows raising at him as she slid on top of a desk, her legs dangling off of the ground. “What are you doing, Evan?” She asked in a curious tone, her mop leaning by her side. “You are suppose to be cleaning, not dancing with a mop.” Waving her hands around to indicate that he should continue with the work, Marlene leaned back, her hands sliding backwards to support her weight on the desk. Her five minutes of work is up, the rest he can do.
Evan ignored Marlene whilst he twirled the broom in his hands. After all, he was just about to get to the vocals. He brought the end point of the broom to his lips, using it as his microphone. “Oh baaaaabbyy!” he started to sing, he pointed at Marlene with one hand as the other kept a firm grasp on the wood. He paused looking over at Marlene again, it was quite clear that the girl wasn’t going to be doing any more work. She seemed content in watching him dance and clean, he shook his head before looking to his watch. “Couldn’t even make five minutes love,” he said with a smirk.
He walked over to the bucket, and somewhat sloppily dunked his broom into the soapy water. He resumed his mopping, the music that was now stuck in his head, escaped his lips as he did so. This was one of the many ways to get through detention, without the thought of jumping out a window ever crossing your mind.
Hi, do you love me? @laydeemarlene
no
ooc. idk if this is ic or not but the answer is still the same.
LOL JKS.
- 3rd September 2012 at 10:48am
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- ©rxsier
- #I lolled so much during this #I love them so so so much #para
Evan & Marlene || Don’t tell me you’re sorry coz you’re not
The cool wall felt great against her back. The rough edges poking at her as she leaned her head back, her eyes sliding close for a brief moment before this peaceful moment was ruined by the sound of her loud boyfriend galloping down the hallways with that smile on his face. And despite it being him that placed her in this situation, Marlene cannot help but smile at him in greeting. He was a brat, but he was her brat. As he opened his mouth to say something else, a crooked figure appeared in front of them, blocking the lovebirds from their view of each other. His greasy hair sticking somewhat to his face as he coldly eyed them both before dropping two buckets to the ground.
With final instructions, Filch walked away, leaving the pair to do all the work themselves. Wandless and pouty, Marlene followed after Evan and into the classroom that they have to clean. Soon hot water and bubbles filled both of the bucket, the mop in her hands dipped into the water before she pulled it out and placed it on the floor in a half hearted attempt to mop. Silence filled the air, pout on her face, and her eyes concentrating on leaving the spot - the same spot - clean.
This was all his fault. Letting out a small groan, Marlene whisked her mop over to him and gave him a hard smack on his arm just to let him know that she is quite displeased. “I dislike you.” She said childishly.
Evan scooped up his own mop and began to sweep it across the ground. Evan was a boy, and living up to his boyish nature, he was horrid at this sort of cleaning. He had house elves for a reason. He swirled the mop around a little more before glancing over at Marlene. He stifled a chuckle. It seemed she was faring much worse than him. She half heartedly gripped the broomstick and plodded it against the floor with a frown.
“Ouch!” he exclaimed, before reaching out to grab the stick. Of course she hadn’t really hit him hard but it certainly raised a storm of opportunities. Evan tugged on the pole, bringing Marlene towards him, his other arm supporting her to his chest. “No you don’t,” he told her with a grin. Then before she could do anything, he snuck a kiss to her cheek before he pushed away from her.
He picked up his mop once again and began to mop. “You’re a temptress Miss Marlene, but we have a classroom to clean.” Then with that he began to hum the beat to the knew single from kiss. He mopped to the beat, swinging his hip around the broom. He grinned over at Marlene, his broomstick was barely touching the ground anymore.
Evan & Marlene || Don’t tell me you’re sorry coz you’re not
Evan Rosier is a deadman once Marlene was through with him. What was suppose to be a decent lecture with him turned into something else. He has always been a devious little boy and she was never one to be a good little girl. But that does not mean she enjoys detention. In fact, Marlene McKinnon tries her best to avoid detention because having detention means she has to clean, and she does not clean. Call her spoiled or whatever, but she grew up with a neat freak of a Mother - her room cleaned for her - who would much rather clean herself than having her lazy children do a horrible job at it.
However, despite the attempts Marlene had made to avoid detention, it was all crushed by a simple action from her oaf of a boyfriend. She should have known that he was planning something, should have seen that little spark in his eyes, should have felt something was up when he leaned in to kiss her when the professor was giving her lecture. But nope. Marlene fell for it all only to get caught.
With detention that night, Marlene cannot help but glare at Evan while protruding her lips. That little sneak of a brat planned this all. Well, he can clean by himself too. Huffing a little, the rest of the class went by pretty fast, and before she realizes it, the time for detention came around. Bidding her friends farewell, Marlene quickly made her way over towards the spot she had been directed to go - the same classroom that she got in trouble in. Marlene does not know what awaits her, nor is she in a rush to find out, however it was extra detentions to be late and that was something she does not want. So without waiting or dragging it on, Marlene made her way inside to await orders and her companion.
At the signal of the final class of the day Evan made his way back to their Transfiguration classroom. He had been sure to pack his pockets full with food as he was certain they would be missing dinner. Normally he would take his time, take the longest possible route to McGonagall’s classroom but he didn’t want to miss a minute of Marlene in detention. After all, he was supposed to be her guide.
When he arrived in the transfiguration corridor, Evan noted the figure already waiting by their class’ door. It was definitely not Filch, and the long legs and curvatures confirmed his suspicions. “Oh beautiful Marlene!” he called as he drew closer to her. He grinned, knowing full well that if he pushed his luck too much something would be thrown at him. However, before he could possibly continue his serenade, a familiar gait followed by the padding of shorter strides of an animal echoed throughout the corridor. Filch rounded the corner with his usual scowl. In one hand he carried two buckets in the other two mops.
“Alright there Filch?”
” ‘Right,” he said gruffly, pointedly ignoring Evan and his inquiry. “I ‘xpect the room to be spotless. Rosier you know the drill. And I’ll be takin’ yer wands.” Then with one final sneer he was hobbling back down the corridor, Miss Noris at his heels. After he was gone, Evan aimed a grin over at Marlene.
“Shall we?” With that he scooped up the buckets, which on closer inspection held chisels and other tools. Evan supposed that they were expected to clean the gum off of the underside of the desks. He had a feeling Marlene would only watch him do it. He pushed the door open and hurried inside, dumping their cleaning aids in the centre of the room. He handed Marlene a mop. On emptying the buckets, they filled with hot soapy water.
Evan & Marlene || Don’t tell me you’re sorry coz you’re not
Transfiguration was one of the only classes Evan actually had with Marlene. It meant that he abandoned his stupid ass friends, completely violating the code of bros, to sit with his Girlfriend. Then again, Transfiguration was probably the worst class to share with your Girlfriend. It couldn’t be History of Magic, no, it had to be the subject they all got watched like a hawk. Professor McGonagall, said hawk, made them pay attention. Any hints of canoodling was quickly rectified by a question about the properties of a random spell. Sometimes if you answered her question right you would be spared of detention, and if not well it was brooms and buckets for you.
Evan had been sitting as close to Marlene as their chairs would let them. His arm gently brushed against Marlene’s, his leg jutted out to meet hers. His face, however was fashioned to upmost concentration when McGonagall faced them, but once the witch turned her back, he would sneak Marlene a smirk. As he thought about that night of the storm, he suddenly remembered their conversation on detentions. He really would pay a lot of money just to witness Marlene in a detention. After that it hadn’t been too hard to land the pair in a night’s detention. One little kiss, fashioned for when McGonagall had been facing them had done the trick.
“Mr Rosier, you out of all people should know my rules by now. No canoodling in my class!” her stern voice had disrupted the class. “That is a night’s detention, and for you too Miss Mckinnon.” Then like nothing had happened she returned to rattling on about concealment transfiguration. Evan turned his grin to Marlene, it faltered as he read her expression. Uh oh.
Alright so this may be easier than sending in your emails…
Ahahaha, timtams <3
Also that link just redirected to my dash. ._.
Try this oneeee. They only work once -_-
