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Can someone explain why I've been craving toast after every English class this week? /random
Veronica Mars has moved back to Tuesdays, which means it now clashes with House. Since following VM depends on seeing every episode, I decided to forego House. Then today I flip on my TV and see that last night's VM was airing again. WTF?! That's so messed up. Why tell us it's moving to Tuesday when it's still on Wednesday nights? I feel so cheated.
Anyway, by way of disclaiming the following 'fic, I'm going to label it as crack!fic in order to prevent personal responsiblity for it. With that said, enjoy. (A sequel may be forthcoming only if I suffer a blow to my brain from extreme boredom and too much sugar.)
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Title: Stupid Trolls and Treason
Author: juju_bean
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Spoilers: POA & HBP
Summary: Marcus and Adrian meet for drinks and the subject of Katie Bell comes up.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters were created by JK Rowling and are copyrighted to their rightful owners. There is no copyright infringement intended.
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"Bell? You're fucking Katie Bell?!" Marcus asked incredulously, his voice carrying to the other side of the pub.
Pucey looked around sheepishly, disconcerted by the rude looks other patrons were giving him and his former schoolmate. Hiding his blush behind a bottle of butter beer, he muttered, "I'm dating Katie Bell. Dating. As in, I'm taking her to dinner tonight. Not 'fucking.' I am not fucking Katie Bell."
"Yet," Marcus interjected. "The girl's not even out of Hogwarts! She's what, twelve at the most?"
Pucey rolled his eyes. "She's seventeen. She's going to graduate this July."
Marcus scowled. He bloody well knew when she was graduating. What's more, he knew exactly how old she was. She'd been seventeen for almost a year now. "It's wrong," Marcus said, glaring at Pucey. "There's what, a five year difference?"
Pucey glared back. "Your math blows, you troll. There're five years between you and her. There're less than two between me and her."
"The point is, she didn't even have breasts the last time I saw her," Marcus said, gulping down the rest of his butter beer
"She was fourteen the last time you saw her. Believe me, she's grown up a lot since then."
Marcus sincerely doubted that. He'd seen her just last week, when he'd gone by St. Mungo's to visit Montague and had stopped by Katie's room. Pucey was right, she'd grown up quite a lot since the time in his last year at Hogwarts when she'd pressed up against him outside the Potions classroom, when he'd been leaving and she'd been entering.
"So is this the latest phase of the Dark Lord's plan?" Marcus asked, making sure to keep his voice low this time.
"This doesn't have anything to do with that," Pucey replied.
Marcus snorted. "Of course it does. Or do you really expect me to believe that this is a coincidence?"
"What makes you think that Katie was just part of the plan?"
Marcus frowned. "What are you implying?"
"I was just making small talk, mate. You're the one who over reacted."
Marcus suddenly wished they were in a more private location so he could strangle Pucey. He hated playing games. It was the main reason he ended up as just a lackey.
"It's bad enough Malfoy almost got her killed in his last plot," Marcus said, "But using her now is -"
"Is what?" Pucey asked, his eyes dark and unfathomable. "What do you care, Flint?"
"I don't," Marcus denied. "It's that she's a pureblood, I don't see why-"
"Leave it alone, Flint. Your part in all this doesn't involve little Bell. And having had this conversation, that's obviously for the better good." Pucey rose from the bench, set some knuts on the chipped table, and flashed a bright smile at Marcus. "I have to go. You wouldn't want to make little Katie wait for me."
Marcus bit his tongue to keep in a sharp retort. Pucey was up to no good, and he was going to find out what it was.
It was only curiousity, he told himself. It had nothing to do with Bell. Marcus was tried of just being a lackey; of just shuffling information back and forth, and being used for his muscle. He had brains, too. Sure he'd had to repeat his Seventh Year at Hogwarts, but in all fairness his inablity to pass the necessary NEWTS the first year didn't automatically negate any intellectual use he might be of. He might not be the smoothest of talkers, or the most charming person even in a room of surly giants, but he could muster an original thought now and then, which is more than Pucey could probably claim for himself.
Following Pucey out of the pub, he grabbed the younger man's arm. "I don't care about your plan, Pucey, but Bell is a pureblood, and the Dark Lord won't take kindly to you getting her killed."
Pucey pulled his arm away. "It's a war, Flint. People are expendable, even ones you want to crawl into bed with."
"Yea, people are expendable, Pucey. You might want to keep that in mind tonight."
"If you weren't a friend, I might consider that a threat against your fellow Death Eater. You don't want to be found guilty of having sympathy of the enemy, Marcus. Not in these times. Not for some scrawny blonde."
Then he disapparated, leaving Marcus to mutter to himself. Pucey was right. Even the faintest whisper of treason against the Dark Lord could land Marcus in more trouble than some frail Gryffindor who couldn't keep herself free of the Imperius Curse was worth.
Cursing himself and his stupid inability to let the matter go, Marcus reached for his wand and concentrated on Bell's address.
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Veronica Mars has moved back to Tuesdays, which means it now clashes with House. Since following VM depends on seeing every episode, I decided to forego House. Then today I flip on my TV and see that last night's VM was airing again. WTF?! That's so messed up. Why tell us it's moving to Tuesday when it's still on Wednesday nights? I feel so cheated.
Anyway, by way of disclaiming the following 'fic, I'm going to label it as crack!fic in order to prevent personal responsiblity for it. With that said, enjoy. (A sequel may be forthcoming only if I suffer a blow to my brain from extreme boredom and too much sugar.)
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Title: Stupid Trolls and Treason
Author: juju_bean
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Spoilers: POA & HBP
Summary: Marcus and Adrian meet for drinks and the subject of Katie Bell comes up.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters were created by JK Rowling and are copyrighted to their rightful owners. There is no copyright infringement intended.
-?-
"Bell? You're fucking Katie Bell?!" Marcus asked incredulously, his voice carrying to the other side of the pub.
Pucey looked around sheepishly, disconcerted by the rude looks other patrons were giving him and his former schoolmate. Hiding his blush behind a bottle of butter beer, he muttered, "I'm dating Katie Bell. Dating. As in, I'm taking her to dinner tonight. Not 'fucking.' I am not fucking Katie Bell."
"Yet," Marcus interjected. "The girl's not even out of Hogwarts! She's what, twelve at the most?"
Pucey rolled his eyes. "She's seventeen. She's going to graduate this July."
Marcus scowled. He bloody well knew when she was graduating. What's more, he knew exactly how old she was. She'd been seventeen for almost a year now. "It's wrong," Marcus said, glaring at Pucey. "There's what, a five year difference?"
Pucey glared back. "Your math blows, you troll. There're five years between you and her. There're less than two between me and her."
"The point is, she didn't even have breasts the last time I saw her," Marcus said, gulping down the rest of his butter beer
"She was fourteen the last time you saw her. Believe me, she's grown up a lot since then."
Marcus sincerely doubted that. He'd seen her just last week, when he'd gone by St. Mungo's to visit Montague and had stopped by Katie's room. Pucey was right, she'd grown up quite a lot since the time in his last year at Hogwarts when she'd pressed up against him outside the Potions classroom, when he'd been leaving and she'd been entering.
"So is this the latest phase of the Dark Lord's plan?" Marcus asked, making sure to keep his voice low this time.
"This doesn't have anything to do with that," Pucey replied.
Marcus snorted. "Of course it does. Or do you really expect me to believe that this is a coincidence?"
"What makes you think that Katie was just part of the plan?"
Marcus frowned. "What are you implying?"
"I was just making small talk, mate. You're the one who over reacted."
Marcus suddenly wished they were in a more private location so he could strangle Pucey. He hated playing games. It was the main reason he ended up as just a lackey.
"It's bad enough Malfoy almost got her killed in his last plot," Marcus said, "But using her now is -"
"Is what?" Pucey asked, his eyes dark and unfathomable. "What do you care, Flint?"
"I don't," Marcus denied. "It's that she's a pureblood, I don't see why-"
"Leave it alone, Flint. Your part in all this doesn't involve little Bell. And having had this conversation, that's obviously for the better good." Pucey rose from the bench, set some knuts on the chipped table, and flashed a bright smile at Marcus. "I have to go. You wouldn't want to make little Katie wait for me."
Marcus bit his tongue to keep in a sharp retort. Pucey was up to no good, and he was going to find out what it was.
It was only curiousity, he told himself. It had nothing to do with Bell. Marcus was tried of just being a lackey; of just shuffling information back and forth, and being used for his muscle. He had brains, too. Sure he'd had to repeat his Seventh Year at Hogwarts, but in all fairness his inablity to pass the necessary NEWTS the first year didn't automatically negate any intellectual use he might be of. He might not be the smoothest of talkers, or the most charming person even in a room of surly giants, but he could muster an original thought now and then, which is more than Pucey could probably claim for himself.
Following Pucey out of the pub, he grabbed the younger man's arm. "I don't care about your plan, Pucey, but Bell is a pureblood, and the Dark Lord won't take kindly to you getting her killed."
Pucey pulled his arm away. "It's a war, Flint. People are expendable, even ones you want to crawl into bed with."
"Yea, people are expendable, Pucey. You might want to keep that in mind tonight."
"If you weren't a friend, I might consider that a threat against your fellow Death Eater. You don't want to be found guilty of having sympathy of the enemy, Marcus. Not in these times. Not for some scrawny blonde."
Then he disapparated, leaving Marcus to mutter to himself. Pucey was right. Even the faintest whisper of treason against the Dark Lord could land Marcus in more trouble than some frail Gryffindor who couldn't keep herself free of the Imperius Curse was worth.
Cursing himself and his stupid inability to let the matter go, Marcus reached for his wand and concentrated on Bell's address.
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