[Even before becoming a vampire, Marceline had always been rather fond of the night, used to staying up late with friends outside of school. Staring up at the night sky with a mug of hot butterbeer in her hand, wrapped warmly in a jacket and a standard Slytherin scarf, she sat on a small mound of earth near a telescope, legs drawn up to her knees. Even if the taste of butterbeer was lost to her now, it was always good to keep up appearances. She blew on her beverage some before taking a sip, watching her breath come out in a small trail.]
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