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WHO: Marshall Lee and Arthur Kirkland
TONE: Mostly lighthearted
RATING: R for Marshall swearing
WHEN: Friday
WHERE: Marshall's not-so-creepy apartment that happens to be under a graveyard.
WHAT: Hanging out and possibly getting Marshall new furniture.
STATUS: Ongoing

Marshall sat on a bench outside the platform of the train station in the Fens. Pushing his sunglasses up his nose, he lounged back and people watched. Arthur's train would be getting in any moment and he was still wondering on how to tell Arthur that his "basement level apartment" was actually underneath a graveyard. Sure, the location was weird but once you got inside it looked like a normal modern day bachelor pad.
Besides, Marshall just loved the irony of it's location. He'd built the place there on purpose after all.

Arthur was a particularly observant guy too. He had a feeling he'd have to explain quite a few other things as well, like how he managed to get utilities and other things into the place. It was weird that he was going to be opening up his home to a living person.

He sat there and got lost in thought at suddenly realizing that he now had to actually buy groceries and he'd get to finally use his kitchen.

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"I'm sure it doesn't matter what colour the room is as long as all I'm doing is sleeping in it."

It wasn't really to his taste, but he could definitely see how Marceline would like it in here. Still, they had things to do before he could settle down so for now he just dropped his bag at the end of the bed and headed back out, pulling the door closed behind him.

"Say, Marshall.. what was school like when you were.." A vague hand gesture followed. "... Alive."

Marshall thought about it. A lot had changed but a lot had stayed the same too.
"Well, teachers were a lot more strict and people in general were a lot more prim and proper and snooty. Wizard society has always been pretty classist but it's a bit more relaxed now."
He rolled his eyes at his next thought.
"The castle still did a lot of bullshit things back then though. Not quite as frequently as now but it still liked to have it's fun."
He chuckled to himself.
"One thing I will say for sure..cities and people are a hell of a lot cleaner now than back then."

That last comment got a bit of a laugh. Sometimes, even when he remembered what Marshall was it was easy to forget how old he really was.

"I suppose the history books do tend to romanticise the old days," he commented. It did depend on the book you got, of course, but it always seemed to be either making it seem better or far worse than it actually was.

"You know, I never thought to ask... why did you decide to come back?"

"Oh for sure. Most people focus on how glamourous the lives of the rich were. They'll never know how hard it was to be poor back then."

Marshall ran a hand through his hair and went to sit down on the couch.
"Well, that's..kind of a long story."
He gestured for Arthur to sit down.
"It wasn't really my idea to come back. It was more of a neccesity."
He paused for a moment as he thought about how to word things. Finally he began.

"You were right when you said I hadn't had my potion for as long as I've been a vampire. In fact, I've only had it for about a year now."

Leaning back on the couch he put his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.

"Last summer I was spotted by a Muggle while I was feeding on this guy who tried to snatch some lady's purse. They ran away freaking out and screaming about real vampires. Seeing as how popular vampires are in Muggle literature last night it caused a pretty big local sensation.
I had to hide because other vampires weren't exactly happy about me blowing our cover. I went to Diagon Alley to do some research on who could help me out and I was told Hogwarts was the safest place to be. So I wrote Dumbledore asking for asylum and he wrote back saying I could stay there but only if I finished my education."
He glanced at Arthur.
"When I was alive I was expelled for fighting. It was self defense but no one saw it that way at the time."

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He sat as he was told, thinking that no doubt this would be quite the story if he was being told to get off his feet for it. Sinking back against the cushions, he folded his arms loosely and kept his focus on Marshall (as much as he wanted to look around, this place was terribly interesting), one thick eyebrow twitching upwards as the vampire's previous history was related to him.

"Fighting? You?" It wasn't that hard to believe, but for it to be so bad that he ended up being expelled? That was what caught his attention. "Bloody hell, Marshall, what did you do? Hex their head off or something?"

Marshall was giving the short version without even going into some other things.
Yet.
He chuckled a little. "Well, it wasn't just one fight. I got into a lot of them. I never instigated them, I was just defending myself."
He shrugged.
"Like I said, times were different. Not only was I a Halfblood but I was a poor Halfblood. My mother was raising me on her own, I could barely afford to be here."
He wasn't expecting to tell his life story (or was it unlife? He wasn't even sure anymore) but he found it easy to talk to Arthur. He just kind of..took it all in without judgement.
"I was kicked out my fifth year and instead of going home and being a burden on my mother I went off on my own. I played music in taverns in exchange for room, board and food."
He gave a sad smile.
"That's how I met Ashlynne. She was the one who turned me."

Sometimes - perhaps because half his family was Muggleborn or Halfblood - Arthur did get his privileged upbringing thrown up in his face. His family weren't rich, but they were comfortable, and it was very easy to forget how easily he had it simply because of the purity of his bloodline.

Not that he was about to feel guilty about it, but still, it was something to think about...

Arthur had his own reasons for listening to Marshall like he did, but first and foremost was simply that he found him interesting. "You know.. you're not obligated to tell me any of this."

Marshall really doesn't care about who is what kind of blood. As long as someone is cool right? Money never entered his mind either. He was probably one of the wealthier people at Hogwarts but he honestly never even thought about it much.

He ran his hand through his hair awkwardly and chuckled. He didn't mean to just suddenly pile all of his life into Arthur's lap.
"Sorry! I can be long winded. I don't have company much, let alone someone that I don't have to hide from. I probably shouldn't just dump my life story onto you like that. I didn't mean to be rude."
He paused as he thought about something that just came to him.
"You could always tell me your life story. I still don't know that much about you."

It was a lot of life to hear about and Arthur got the impression that he'd only heard a fraction of it even in all that information. The fact that he was talking to someone who had lived for so long wasn't a wonder that escaped him, yet he still couldn't match up that large number of years with the youthful appearance.

"My life story? Well... it's rather uninteresting I'm afraid. I'm the youngest of four, my father and eldest brother work for the Ministry. I mostly do my best to keep out of everyone's way while I'm at home."

There was definitely a lot to Marshall's life. He's both seen and done a lot. Eternal life has rarely bored him. The world has changed so much in what is actually such a short period of time. In a weird way he's glad he's seen how the world's progressed.

"There's no such thing as an uninteresting life. It's cool to have siblings though. I was an only child. Are they the type of family that thinks you need to stay busy all the time?"

"Not exactly..." He shrugged. Talking about his family was a bit of an awkward topic, and Marshall had been in the school for long enough to have seen at least two of his three brothers. Phineas and William had only become worse when David was no longer around to knock their heads together for picking on their youngest sibling.

"My mother likes to keep busy, but my father's rather taken up in his work. With six of us it's a noisy house, there's no way around that."

Marshall had seen Arthur's brothers around. They had seemed pretty exuberant..he'd just never spoken to them personally.
"I can understand that. I like it quiet most of the time. Always have."

When he was alive it had always just been Marshall and his mother so it was usually quiet in their house. And after that..well, the life of a vampire was usually pretty solitary by default.
"Well, enough awkward family histories. We should probably go get you food before the shops close."

'Exuberant' was one way to put it. The last two years of school were set to be infinitely better than the first five with the two of them out of the picture. Of course, it didn't stop them attempting to prank him through the mail, but he was rather more sharp than he let on and he was yet to be caught out by that.

"Hm? Ah, yes, quite right." Shaking his head, he pushed himself to his feet. "I must thank you for being so accommodating."

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