@Katie, his soul mate (fuck you Soko)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He honestly never thought he would have to step foot in this dump again after leaving last year. Of all the fucked up things to happen to Marcus Flint, being dragged back to hell to resit his seventh year at the age of eighteen was definitely going to wind up being the most humiliating. Worse part was, he had no one to blame but himself. What else did he expect when he spent his Charms NEWT chatting up the examiner and writing down that the word ‘ehwaz’ meant ‘penis’ rather than ‘partnership’ on his Ancient Runes written assessment? Apparently, good humor and fantastic chat up lines didn’t merit an ‘O’.
Looking back now, it probably wasn’t his finest moment or the smartest of ideas because what he hoped would be his final ‘fuck you’ to the school ended up being their ‘fuck you right back’ too.
Rolling his eyes at the ironic side of it, he flicked the cigarette he had been smoking to the side, watching it land on the grass and slowly burn out. Well, this was going to be fun wasn’t it? At least there was Quidditch, which would actually be on this year now that the bloody Tournament was through. Thankfully, Dumbledore had let him keep his Captaincy. Students had only been back a few days and already he was plotting game plans in his mind, desperate to get back on that pitch as soon as possible. That’s where he should be right now — on a pitch, training, working. Not here, stuck repeating a year, doing work he already knew how to do.
There was one plus side, one, to all this bullshit — and that was in the shape of a tall, blonde Gryffindor called Katie Bell. The girl that had driven him just a little bit insane last year. There was something about her, something he couldn’t quite find the right words to describe but it captivated him. He convinced himself it was simply because he wanted to shag her, that it was her great rack and not her personality he liked, refusing to believe there was anything more to it. And yet he’d missed her more than he would ever admit over Summer, more than he had expected to in fact and it surprised him that the thought of seeing her again actually made him smile. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, she would be coming around to corner on one of her jogs any minute now which was exactly why he had picked this spot to smoke.
Not that he would ever admit that part either.
After a bit of an interesting summer, Katie was glad to be back at Hogwarts. She wanted some normalcy back into her life, even if that normalcy came in the form of homework and exams. Coming back as a sixth year and a fresher view on things, she decided this year was going to be her year. She would focus on school work while finding time to hang out with her friends and for quidditch practice. She knew Oliver would push the whole team to even greater extents and more early morning practices than last year because it was his final year as Captain and his last chance to win the Quidditch Cup. Oliver hadn’t called for a practice yet because everyone had only arrived back at Hogwarts a few days, but she still felt the need to work out if she wanted to keep up with him and his insane drills.
And so she jogged, usually in the morning before breakfast and sometime later in the afternoon. Running was invigorating, and after lazing around for most of the summer, it was nice to hear and feel her feet rhythmically hitting the ground. As she rounded the corner, she was surprised to see a solitary figure on the grounds. Most people were inside the castle catching up with their friends or getting early starts on their school work. Once she jogged close enough to recognize the hulking figure, though, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Marcus Flint. Bloody Flint.
What the hell was he doing back at Hogwarts? She had heard the rumor that someone had stayed back a year, but she wouldn’t have ever guessed it was Flint. Seeing him again brought back memories of last year, but she was certain that over the summer she had moved past whatever their relationship could be called. He had to be messing around with her because she figured even for someone as trollish as he was; he couldn’t fail his N.E.W.T.s so badly that he had to repeat the entire year over. She was flabbergasted and a bit tongue-tied but found herself defensively crossing her arms and walking slowly toward him. “What are you doing here? Back to see Slytherin get its ass kicked by Gryffindor again this year?”
She didn’t want to appear weak to him and run away even if she knew approaching and talking to him wasn’t the best idea either. As she walked closer to him, she accidentally stepped on the cigarette. She looked down at it in disgust and looked back at Flint. “Wow, there’s nothing more attractive than bad breath, yellow teeth, and black lungs.”
