Marlow hadn't ever truly lived on her own. She grew up with four practical sisters when she was in Hogwarts to then sharing a dormitory with Tracey during their time at Painswick to then living with Riley for too many years to really count (and honestly, it just didn't jive with her mental health to even think about it for very long). Living on her own in the castle while she was trying to sort out her disheveled life had been the longest she'd ever been in a bedroom alone.
And frankly, she wasn't sure how she'd gone on for so long without the kind of peacefulness it brought her.
She had spent a lot of time flat-hunting, using her mother as her back-up when sorting out questions with the real estate broker she had hired through Jemma. She may not have known the girl very well before she and Drew started dating, but she was fast becoming an essential part of the Linney-Kirke brood. Arya had even tagged along a few times when her mum was working (slowly, of course, as her, her father and Jonah were still very adamant on her mum not quite leaving the house without severe watching-over).
When this one popped up on the list, Marlow hadn't thought it was even in her price range (the neighborhood far too nice). But there was something about an eccentric former owner- a botanist or something, who would only sell to someone in the same field. Well. With a little fudging and a little bullshitting, it all worked out.
And now Marlow had the flat of her dreams.
When the knock on the door came, Marlow hadn't been expecting anyone. Hell, she'd hardly sent out the proper change of address form to her friends. She wiped her hands on her denim cut-offs before adjusting the chambray shirt she'd slung on. She was painting in the kitchen, adding a chalkboard to the large side wall the Muggle way.
A large grin spread across her face when she saw who it was standing outside her front door, the peep hole putting him into a giggle-inducing fish-eye view.
"I'm sorry-" she said, pulling the door open, her hair a wild mess of curls on the top of her head, a tendril falling into her face as she looked up at Dean. "Do I.. know you, or something?"
Dean did a dramatic sort of double take, taking a step back to check the number posted next to the door.
"Oh- I'm so sorry, I think I maybe might've got the wrong address. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find one Professor Linney, would you?" he asked, the feigned confused expression lingering on his face for a few seconds before the smile he had been fighting took over.
And frankly, she wasn't sure how she'd gone on for so long without the kind of peacefulness it brought her.
She had spent a lot of time flat-hunting, using her mother as her back-up when sorting out questions with the real estate broker she had hired through Jemma. She may not have known the girl very well before she and Drew started dating, but she was fast becoming an essential part of the Linney-Kirke brood. Arya had even tagged along a few times when her mum was working (slowly, of course, as her, her father and Jonah were still very adamant on her mum not quite leaving the house without severe watching-over).
When this one popped up on the list, Marlow hadn't thought it was even in her price range (the neighborhood far too nice). But there was something about an eccentric former owner- a botanist or something, who would only sell to someone in the same field. Well. With a little fudging and a little bullshitting, it all worked out.
And now Marlow had the flat of her dreams.
When the knock on the door came, Marlow hadn't been expecting anyone. Hell, she'd hardly sent out the proper change of address form to her friends. She wiped her hands on her denim cut-offs before adjusting the chambray shirt she'd slung on. She was painting in the kitchen, adding a chalkboard to the large side wall the Muggle way.
A large grin spread across her face when she saw who it was standing outside her front door, the peep hole putting him into a giggle-inducing fish-eye view.
"I'm sorry-" she said, pulling the door open, her hair a wild mess of curls on the top of her head, a tendril falling into her face as she looked up at Dean. "Do I.. know you, or something?"
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"Oh- I'm so sorry, I think I maybe might've got the wrong address. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find one Professor Linney, would you?" he asked, the feigned confused expression lingering on his face for a few seconds before the smile he had been fighting took over.
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