Christopher Marlowe and the Sweeping Brush in Robes 1/?
Title: Christopher Marlowe and the Sweeping Brush in Robes.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Historical RPF - don't sue or whatevs
Summary: A hogwarts AU of Kit Marlowe and Will Shakespeare, entirely silly and not at all to be taken seriously.
Christopher (or Kit as he preferred to be called) Marlowe hated being a Slytherin, he hated the reputation and the people that clung to their pureblood beliefs with their green and silver scarves clutched in their slimy paws. Though he did get some sense of self-satisfaction that the sorting hat considered him ambitious and more than a touch sneaky. Ultimately it was a complex position to be in, swinging wildly between misplaced pride and over-whelming hatred, he mostly just drunk a lot of illicit beverages to get through the day.
He was supposed to do well at school and get a lot of good grades and become Minister for Magic or something, and whilst that would be a splendid ambition, it wasn’t his ambition, it was that of his family. His ambition lay in the writing of glorious books and manuscripts and things muggles called ‘theatres.’ And he was willing to do anything to be allowed to follow that ambition, so he fully accepted he probably was meant to be in Slytherin but he didn’t have to like it. All that angst led to some fantastic writing quite frankly.
He was loathe to say everything changed one fateful day, but really, everything changed one fateful day when he was late for charms class and was hurrying down a corridor trying to get there for at least the second half of the class. He nearly fell over what appeared to be a sweeping brush in robes that was trying to retrieve something from a high alcove.
“Sorry!” The sweeping brush exclaimed and Kit realised it wasn’t a sweeping brush at all but was instead a rather tall and skinny Ravenclaw whom he’d seen around once or twice staring at statues and bushes and muttering under his breath.
“Er, it’s alright.” Kit mumbled, straightening his robes and picking up the books he dropped in the near collision. He never really wanted his life to be one large cliché but when he stood up again and actually looked at the Ravenclaw, everything sort of shifted sideways. And he wasn’t talking about the precariously balanced pile of books and papers.
“You okay?” The Ravenclaw asked when the length of time that Kit was staring at him became noticeably uncomfortable. “Did I hurt you or something?”
“No!” Kit replied quickly, snapping out of his daze and shaking his head vehemently. “No, I… what were you doing here anyway?” And as an afterthought. “Um, what’s your name?”
The Ravenclaw pointed to the high alcove and as Kit squinted he could see some scrolls tucked into a corner. “I need those back. And I’m Will, Will Shakespeare.” Will Shakespeare the Ravenclaw explained.
“Kit Marlowe.” Kit responded politely. “How did they get there?”
Will’s eyes took on this strange glassy quality and Kit recognised it as the muttering to statues look he’d seen on him before. “These things are apt to wander.” He murmured slightly dreamily.
“Uh-huh.” Kit said, his eyebrow raised. “Or some dickhead stole them from you and hid them, give me a leg up will you?” He dropped his books and papers again, shed his outer robe and clambered onto the bench at the base of the wall, Will just looked at him blankly. Kit sighed.
“Kind of… hold your hand out so I can stand on it and then push me up a bit.” He gestured vaguely and could pin point the exact moment he got through the veil of vague mist and Will understood. He gave Kit the requested leg up, and Kit being smaller and more agile than Will, climbed to the alcove and retrieved the scrolls. He passed them down then half lowered himself, half fell back to the floor, he managed to make it look intentional though so everything was alright.
“Thanks.” Will enthused, scooping up his scrolls and grinning like a deranged pixie. Kit gathered his books again and threw his robe over his arm because he couldn’t be bothered putting it on again and he’d already pretty much missed Charms so he figured there was no need to. He did however loosen his tie which felt like it was strangling him and Will chose that moment to notice it.
“Oh, Slytherin?” He asked like he was suddenly afraid Kit might bite him or turn him into a newt or something.
“Yeah.” Kit shifted a little awkwardly.
“Never met a nice Slytherin.” Will confessed and Kit sighed. He wanted to make some joke about not being in the right place and corridors are clearly the perfect place to meet nice Slytherins but instead he just shrugged because he kind of agreed with the assessment. “Until you obviously.” Will suddenly tacked on and Kit could actually feel his cheeks going to the same colour as a Gryffindor flag.
“Oh.” Will said, like he’d just witnessed and interesting reaction when concocting a particularly fascinating potion. Kit blushed even more, he was struck by the almost irresistible urge to ask Will to get a drink with him on the next Hogsmeade weekend but that would be faintly ridiculous. Instead he just looked at his shoes and said…
“Fancy being friends with a Slytherin?”
Will to his credit didn’t hesitate at all before nodding. “Yeah alright.”
Kit was just about to smile at him and politely enquire about the next Hogsmeade weekend when a group of surly looking Slytherins lurched unpleasantly into view. He swore and in a blind panic attempted to hide Will behind himself but realised rather too late that the sweeping brush in robes had a good few inches on him so it was all rather pointless.
“Look it’s Will Shakespeare.” One of the Slytherins said and Kit strongly suspected he was called Kyd but he couldn’t quite recall. “Find your things yet?”
Will apparently had no sense of self-preservation and pointed out that as he was holding them, he obviously had found them and perhaps the gentleman should seek an eye test if he hadn’t noticed that fact. Kit was rather glad at that point that he hadn’t put his robe back on because it meant when he leapt at Kyd and floored him with one well-aimed swing to stop him from ripping Will in two, there was no robe to inhibit his escape plan. Which was principally, grab Will, grab his things and run as fast as possible away from that particular corridor.
The stairs moved twice which was deeply unhelpful but eventually they managed to get to the library which seemed a good a place as any to hide. So they found themselves a corner and piled up books in front of them just in case. As Will explained exactly what was on the scrolls it struck Kit that any thoughts of his life not being one huge cliché had taken flight on a Firebolt and gone so far out the window they probably crashed into a Durmstrang ship. Will wrote plays and liked the theatre and although he didn’t really understand it he was just as passionate about it as Kit, the phrase “the start of a beautiful friendship” didn’t quite cover it, quite frankly.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Historical RPF - don't sue or whatevs
Summary: A hogwarts AU of Kit Marlowe and Will Shakespeare, entirely silly and not at all to be taken seriously.
Christopher (or Kit as he preferred to be called) Marlowe hated being a Slytherin, he hated the reputation and the people that clung to their pureblood beliefs with their green and silver scarves clutched in their slimy paws. Though he did get some sense of self-satisfaction that the sorting hat considered him ambitious and more than a touch sneaky. Ultimately it was a complex position to be in, swinging wildly between misplaced pride and over-whelming hatred, he mostly just drunk a lot of illicit beverages to get through the day.
He was supposed to do well at school and get a lot of good grades and become Minister for Magic or something, and whilst that would be a splendid ambition, it wasn’t his ambition, it was that of his family. His ambition lay in the writing of glorious books and manuscripts and things muggles called ‘theatres.’ And he was willing to do anything to be allowed to follow that ambition, so he fully accepted he probably was meant to be in Slytherin but he didn’t have to like it. All that angst led to some fantastic writing quite frankly.
He was loathe to say everything changed one fateful day, but really, everything changed one fateful day when he was late for charms class and was hurrying down a corridor trying to get there for at least the second half of the class. He nearly fell over what appeared to be a sweeping brush in robes that was trying to retrieve something from a high alcove.
“Sorry!” The sweeping brush exclaimed and Kit realised it wasn’t a sweeping brush at all but was instead a rather tall and skinny Ravenclaw whom he’d seen around once or twice staring at statues and bushes and muttering under his breath.
“Er, it’s alright.” Kit mumbled, straightening his robes and picking up the books he dropped in the near collision. He never really wanted his life to be one large cliché but when he stood up again and actually looked at the Ravenclaw, everything sort of shifted sideways. And he wasn’t talking about the precariously balanced pile of books and papers.
“You okay?” The Ravenclaw asked when the length of time that Kit was staring at him became noticeably uncomfortable. “Did I hurt you or something?”
“No!” Kit replied quickly, snapping out of his daze and shaking his head vehemently. “No, I… what were you doing here anyway?” And as an afterthought. “Um, what’s your name?”
The Ravenclaw pointed to the high alcove and as Kit squinted he could see some scrolls tucked into a corner. “I need those back. And I’m Will, Will Shakespeare.” Will Shakespeare the Ravenclaw explained.
“Kit Marlowe.” Kit responded politely. “How did they get there?”
Will’s eyes took on this strange glassy quality and Kit recognised it as the muttering to statues look he’d seen on him before. “These things are apt to wander.” He murmured slightly dreamily.
“Uh-huh.” Kit said, his eyebrow raised. “Or some dickhead stole them from you and hid them, give me a leg up will you?” He dropped his books and papers again, shed his outer robe and clambered onto the bench at the base of the wall, Will just looked at him blankly. Kit sighed.
“Kind of… hold your hand out so I can stand on it and then push me up a bit.” He gestured vaguely and could pin point the exact moment he got through the veil of vague mist and Will understood. He gave Kit the requested leg up, and Kit being smaller and more agile than Will, climbed to the alcove and retrieved the scrolls. He passed them down then half lowered himself, half fell back to the floor, he managed to make it look intentional though so everything was alright.
“Thanks.” Will enthused, scooping up his scrolls and grinning like a deranged pixie. Kit gathered his books again and threw his robe over his arm because he couldn’t be bothered putting it on again and he’d already pretty much missed Charms so he figured there was no need to. He did however loosen his tie which felt like it was strangling him and Will chose that moment to notice it.
“Oh, Slytherin?” He asked like he was suddenly afraid Kit might bite him or turn him into a newt or something.
“Yeah.” Kit shifted a little awkwardly.
“Never met a nice Slytherin.” Will confessed and Kit sighed. He wanted to make some joke about not being in the right place and corridors are clearly the perfect place to meet nice Slytherins but instead he just shrugged because he kind of agreed with the assessment. “Until you obviously.” Will suddenly tacked on and Kit could actually feel his cheeks going to the same colour as a Gryffindor flag.
“Oh.” Will said, like he’d just witnessed and interesting reaction when concocting a particularly fascinating potion. Kit blushed even more, he was struck by the almost irresistible urge to ask Will to get a drink with him on the next Hogsmeade weekend but that would be faintly ridiculous. Instead he just looked at his shoes and said…
“Fancy being friends with a Slytherin?”
Will to his credit didn’t hesitate at all before nodding. “Yeah alright.”
Kit was just about to smile at him and politely enquire about the next Hogsmeade weekend when a group of surly looking Slytherins lurched unpleasantly into view. He swore and in a blind panic attempted to hide Will behind himself but realised rather too late that the sweeping brush in robes had a good few inches on him so it was all rather pointless.
“Look it’s Will Shakespeare.” One of the Slytherins said and Kit strongly suspected he was called Kyd but he couldn’t quite recall. “Find your things yet?”
Will apparently had no sense of self-preservation and pointed out that as he was holding them, he obviously had found them and perhaps the gentleman should seek an eye test if he hadn’t noticed that fact. Kit was rather glad at that point that he hadn’t put his robe back on because it meant when he leapt at Kyd and floored him with one well-aimed swing to stop him from ripping Will in two, there was no robe to inhibit his escape plan. Which was principally, grab Will, grab his things and run as fast as possible away from that particular corridor.
The stairs moved twice which was deeply unhelpful but eventually they managed to get to the library which seemed a good a place as any to hide. So they found themselves a corner and piled up books in front of them just in case. As Will explained exactly what was on the scrolls it struck Kit that any thoughts of his life not being one huge cliché had taken flight on a Firebolt and gone so far out the window they probably crashed into a Durmstrang ship. Will wrote plays and liked the theatre and although he didn’t really understand it he was just as passionate about it as Kit, the phrase “the start of a beautiful friendship” didn’t quite cover it, quite frankly.