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[attr="class","subtitle1"]Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me

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No Quidditch, no street Quidditch, no Quidswitch.

No magic, and Demelza was stuck on the ground where she'd soared in the skies like the Harpy that she was. She knew most other Quidditch players were also having difficulties-- this was their entire life, this was their career, one that they'd wagered body and sanity for. Demelza had attempted to fly with Gwenhwyach, and it had been depressingly not the same, not enough. Gwenog didn't have it, Valmai and Gwen and Sofia and Angharad-- they'd been spared, thankfully. They could still fly, still play, and she knew how seriously everyone took it. Alicia had come down hard on one of the first days, they now knew. 

All her life-- she'd never had a back-up plan. Since she'd first seen posters of the Harpies flying against the sky, she'd known she was going to be one. She'd been encouraged to have another option, but not overly so. It had been in the year under the Carrows, after all. McGonagall had tried her best, but they'd all preoccupied. But she thought-- there was one person who might able to understand, might be able to offer suggestions. She was in the Quidditch world, after all. 

There were Quidditch players, and there were Quidditch playing families of varying strengths. Some only played in school, some had a professional or two in every generation. Morgan was a famed Quidditch-playing family, as were Wadcock and Griffiths. (bless the first, curse the latter). They weren't all too common-- they were rare, and names might earn you a Reserve spot or the Canons, they didn't earn you first-string. The Wrońskis were a famed Quidditch family who married a broom family. Their children were avid players, and Demelza had had their father on her Dream Shag list for decades, and eventually managed to shag one of his sons. They were a known family, and so. . . 

The Wroński girl was known to players like Demelza, women who hadn't been in the playing-families but had solidified enough ties through years of experience and friends in the families. And from what Melza knew? Marlena was doing fine without it, even born into a family that was destined for the skies.


"I was told I might find you here." She offered a smile, lowering her hood that really shouldn't have lasted as long as it did. "Is there time when we can talk?"

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[attr="class","lyric2squib"]Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me

[attr="class","textbodsquib"]This was all a little crazy, in Marlena's opinion. She hadn't expected to feel like this, but then again, it made sense. For all of her father's coldness, Marlena still loved her parents and brothers, and that would never quite be enough to push her away. So when they had gotten sick, when they had started losing their magic, the empathy had hit her like a pile of bricks. She was only human, and they were her family. Of course she felt her pain. It didn't take magic to be human. Marlena had survived without magic, just fine. But she had also grown up without it. She had had time to adjust. Years of feeling like she was incomplete. Years that still haunted her, a little bit, but Marlena had had time to cope with it. That had just been a part of her growing up. Learning how to fit into a world that didn't really want to make room for her. But her parents and brothers... that wasn't their life. Having their magic stripped away like that--it had to be horrible. Marlena figured it would be like... something happening to her so that she could never again fly a plane. All of a sudden, everything changed.

It had been tough, and her father had only been more bitter and unfiltered than he usually was, but Marlena hadn't wavered. She had visited them every day after her classes. She had brought them whatever they needed. In fact, Marlena thought that, if anything, this had brought her closer to her mother. Taking care of the offices at Bukowski Brooms and starting up law school... for one of the few times, Marlena had seen the glint of pride in her mother's eyes. And that had felt good. Because Marlena had figured out, long ago, that the best way to survive without magic in a magical world was to have one foot in each. One foot in the magical world. Modelling, helping out at Bukowski Brooms. Being that crazy person that 'flew without magic.' One foot in the muggle world. Extreme sports, blogging. And then there was Gráinneog, a beautiful middle ground that had drawn her in like a moth to a flame. Marlena could do law school, choose to specialize in the things that would help her get involved in the company. And maybe she would never fly on a broom, or make one, but she would still be a part of the legacy--with her own flare.

Marlena wasn't sure how her brothers and parents would recover from this. Her mother was trying to keep a strong face--but Marlena knew it was difficult. Still, things were tense. She felt like sticking her foot in it would only earn her the blame for all of this, so at least her father could have some kind of explanation, or something. So she had blended in, and done other things to preoccupy her time. Focused on her studies, hung out with friends, worked out more. Usually, Marlena came here for the Leap of Faith--obviously. But she was feeling more focus-oriented, for now, so she had been spending her time on the climbing wall.

She had just scaled back down and unclipped her carabiner when she heard the voice. Marlena looked up, her eyes wide in surprise--and then only widening a little more as she recognized the woman before her. She might not have been able to fly, but Marlena kept up with Quidditch like it was her day job--of course she knew who Demelza bloody Robins was. "Uh..." Marlena started, rubbing the chalk of her hands, just to have something to get her fidgeting out of her system. "Yeah--I mean, yeah. Of course," she finally finished. "Sorry I just... caught me by surprise, is all. I didn't even think you would know who I am," Marlena admitted with a bit of a nervous laugh, her hands on her hips to keep from moving even more than she already had. Restlessness was a big problem.

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