Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2018 23:39:06 GMT -5
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[attr="class","lyric2squib"]Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
[attr="class","textbodsquib"] This was probably doing anything but taking Marlena’s mind off of the impending doom that was her family slowly but surely losing all of their magic. Visiting a Quidditch pitch had been an odd last ditch effort to get her mind off of things, but that hadn’t gone as planned. Marlena had hoped alone time would help, and she could bet money that there would be no one around a Quidditch pitch… but that hadn’t exactly panned out as desired. The silence had been deafening, in all honesty, and then someone had turned up anyways. But Marlena’s usual tactic of surrounding herself with friendly faces just wasn’t working as well. Kes was good about taking her mind off of things, as was that whole costume shopping excursion, but that had still only been temporary. It was all nice and short-lived but did nothing to ease her nerves in the long run. So Marlena had decided to visit the famed Museum of Quidditch at the end of the day. A last last ditch effort to take her mind off the elephant in the room. Her Quidditch-playing family was falling apart.
Marlena knew the world of Quidditch and Broom-Making inside and out. She had grown up in the stands, watching her father, and then Bazyli, Jacek, Cyprian, and finally Adam soar through the air. She knew the strengths and weaknesses of all the positions, the pros and cons of every play. She could do anything related to Quidditch… except actually play. And the same went for her mother’s side of the family, the famed Bukowski Broom-Makers. Marlena knew what went into each broom, the details and intricacies of each wood type and spell. She had grown up in the Bukowski Brooms offices and had put in so much work as of late that her mother considered her an actual employee - but she would never make a broom. And that had always been Marlena’s curse. Her father and her brothers - they were Wrońskis. They would zoom around on Bukowski broomsticks and maneuver in ways that would be immortalized. The Wronski Feint was what had started the legacy, and that was why her father took it all so seriously. It had never been his legacy - it was something he had forged on his own. But Marlena… she was just Marlena. She was a Squib with the Wroński name and nothing else.
Until now. Because now, there were no Wrońskis soaring through the air, and no Bukowski in the Hogsmeade office making brooms. Oliver was probably still making designs, because he could never bloody rest, but the Scottish Bukowski Brooms building was the quietest it had been in the ten years Marlena had known it. Her Aunt Ksenia had been in Poland when the borders had gotten closed down, managing the main office in Grodzisk, so she was spared, but the rest of them were suffering at the hands of this illness. They were losing their magic… and turning into what she was, essentially. Which was scary to Marlena, because that wasn’t who they were supposed to be. She was the odd one out. The Squib that had to forge her own path, much like her father had done even if he didn’t want to admit it. This cold or flu or whatever it was, it was bringing out a bitter side of her father. A side that she hadn’t seen since the year Marlena hadn’t received her Durmstrang letter. Her older brothers didn’t even want to look at her, as if they were ashamed, and her mother was just trying her hardest to keep them all together. Adam was the only one that still had a smile on his face, despite it all.
So maybe going to the Museum of Quidditch was doing anything but taking her mind off matters, but Marlena didn’t know what else to do. She had tried to surround herself with friends to distract herself from what was happening, and that had been short-lived. She had tried isolating herself, but that, too, was just a dead end. So now she would try to face it all head on somewhere that was surrounded by strangers. Marlena had set up camp on a bench in the museum, her legs crossed like she was sitting through a primary school assembly as her gaze was steadily focused on the display before her. The first broom used to successfully perform the Wronski Feint by Grodzisk Goblins Seeker Józef Wroński, a Bukowski Gepard 3001 crafted by Apolonia Bukowski. Both of her parents, forever immortalized in the world of Quidditch. And her Marlena was unable to tear her eyes away from the smallest sliver of the past while the very two people mentioned on that plaque sat in Pyxis, slowly losing their magic.
Marlena noticed the movement in the corner of her eye all too easily. She had been so focused, so isolated, it had stood out to her like a bright flash of light in the dark. She perked up and turned her head towards the movement, her eyes wide, then relaxed only slightly as she recognized the man. She did know the Quidditch world like the back of her hand, after all, and Marlena was the black sheep in the family in that she supported Scotland over Poland - much to Adam’s dismay. “Have I been hogging the display?” Marlena asked jokingly, sitting up with her shoulders slightly back as she met Krum’s eyes.
Marlena knew the world of Quidditch and Broom-Making inside and out. She had grown up in the stands, watching her father, and then Bazyli, Jacek, Cyprian, and finally Adam soar through the air. She knew the strengths and weaknesses of all the positions, the pros and cons of every play. She could do anything related to Quidditch… except actually play. And the same went for her mother’s side of the family, the famed Bukowski Broom-Makers. Marlena knew what went into each broom, the details and intricacies of each wood type and spell. She had grown up in the Bukowski Brooms offices and had put in so much work as of late that her mother considered her an actual employee - but she would never make a broom. And that had always been Marlena’s curse. Her father and her brothers - they were Wrońskis. They would zoom around on Bukowski broomsticks and maneuver in ways that would be immortalized. The Wronski Feint was what had started the legacy, and that was why her father took it all so seriously. It had never been his legacy - it was something he had forged on his own. But Marlena… she was just Marlena. She was a Squib with the Wroński name and nothing else.
Until now. Because now, there were no Wrońskis soaring through the air, and no Bukowski in the Hogsmeade office making brooms. Oliver was probably still making designs, because he could never bloody rest, but the Scottish Bukowski Brooms building was the quietest it had been in the ten years Marlena had known it. Her Aunt Ksenia had been in Poland when the borders had gotten closed down, managing the main office in Grodzisk, so she was spared, but the rest of them were suffering at the hands of this illness. They were losing their magic… and turning into what she was, essentially. Which was scary to Marlena, because that wasn’t who they were supposed to be. She was the odd one out. The Squib that had to forge her own path, much like her father had done even if he didn’t want to admit it. This cold or flu or whatever it was, it was bringing out a bitter side of her father. A side that she hadn’t seen since the year Marlena hadn’t received her Durmstrang letter. Her older brothers didn’t even want to look at her, as if they were ashamed, and her mother was just trying her hardest to keep them all together. Adam was the only one that still had a smile on his face, despite it all.
So maybe going to the Museum of Quidditch was doing anything but taking her mind off matters, but Marlena didn’t know what else to do. She had tried to surround herself with friends to distract herself from what was happening, and that had been short-lived. She had tried isolating herself, but that, too, was just a dead end. So now she would try to face it all head on somewhere that was surrounded by strangers. Marlena had set up camp on a bench in the museum, her legs crossed like she was sitting through a primary school assembly as her gaze was steadily focused on the display before her. The first broom used to successfully perform the Wronski Feint by Grodzisk Goblins Seeker Józef Wroński, a Bukowski Gepard 3001 crafted by Apolonia Bukowski. Both of her parents, forever immortalized in the world of Quidditch. And her Marlena was unable to tear her eyes away from the smallest sliver of the past while the very two people mentioned on that plaque sat in Pyxis, slowly losing their magic.
Marlena noticed the movement in the corner of her eye all too easily. She had been so focused, so isolated, it had stood out to her like a bright flash of light in the dark. She perked up and turned her head towards the movement, her eyes wide, then relaxed only slightly as she recognized the man. She did know the Quidditch world like the back of her hand, after all, and Marlena was the black sheep in the family in that she supported Scotland over Poland - much to Adam’s dismay. “Have I been hogging the display?” Marlena asked jokingly, sitting up with her shoulders slightly back as she met Krum’s eyes.
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