Fic: Chance Encounter (M/K)
For riabhach.
Title: Chance Encounter
Rating: G
Pairing: Marcus/Katie
Word Count: 614
Summary: Katie encounters Marcus Flint in one of the last places she ever expected to see him.
Enough people believed the outlandish stories in the Quibbler about what went on in the Department of Mysteries that the new Minister was allowing guided tours for a short time. Katie Bell was standing in the Hall of Prophecies, disappointed and bored. There were only balls of lights in this room, tens of thousands of them. After a while, a row of lights became rather less interesting, no matter that they contained all the secrets of the future.
Just as she was about to leave and chalk this up as some Ministry scheme to wring money out of ordinary witches and wizards - they’d probably planted those stories in the Quibbler, she thought cynically - she spied one of the last people she expected to see here. Former Slytherin Quidditch captain and current Falmouth Falcon player Marcus Flint was reading the pamphlet the tour guides had given out. Her imagination immediately concocted the theory that Flint was here as an agent for a secret Death Eater society that had managed to avoid detection. He was here to steal one of these prophecies as part of a plot to overthrow the Ministry.
But she knew the truth was much more mundane. Flint had been investigated and interrogated for a year before being cleared of any involvement with the Death Eaters. And the Ministry had been rather thorough - too thorough, brutal even, claimed liberals like Hermione Granger. There was no way Flint was a Death Eater agent. He just had an interest in stuff like this. Maybe he even visited museums. Oh, Merlin, what if she saw him in a library? Her head would surely explode in shock.
He must have felt her staring at him. He raised his head and looked at her for a moment before recognizing her. She didn’t expect any acknowledgment, except maybe a nod like ‘oh, hey, you’re that girl I nearly killed once a year for three years at Hogwarts.’ To her utter shock, he walked over to her, smiling. He really should learn to smile with his mouth closed and keep those ugly teeth of his hidden, she thought.
“Katie Bell, is that you?”
“That depends,” she said warily, “Are you going to beat up this Katie Bell person if you find her?”
He looked confused, then he laughed. “That was nothing personal, Bell. That was just how we played the game.”
The Slytherins had played the game quite differently than the other three house teams. Katie remembered having her hair pulled and her ribs elbowed; ugly names thrown at her and hulking male bodies trying to intimidate her in the days leading up to the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch matches. Marcus Flint had once picked her up and locked her in an old Potions classroom so she’d miss class and be punished with detention that kept her from Quidditch practice.
“Yep, nothing personal. No harm done; no grudges held,” she told him.
“Got any plans after this? You want to go get something to eat?”
He was asking her out! Now Katie was really scared. This couldn’t possibly be Marcus Flint the troll boy she’d known. This was some impostor using polyjuice potion or a glamour to look like him. Except no one would want to look like Marcus Flint. Although only his face was a problem. There was no problem with his body, none at all.
“Only if you promise you won’t push me off my broom or lock me in any closets or pull my hair.”
“I promise.”
“All right.”
It was a date. She had a date with Marcus Flint of all people. Angelina and Alicia were never going to believe this. Unless she took pictures.
Title: Chance Encounter
Rating: G
Pairing: Marcus/Katie
Word Count: 614
Summary: Katie encounters Marcus Flint in one of the last places she ever expected to see him.
Enough people believed the outlandish stories in the Quibbler about what went on in the Department of Mysteries that the new Minister was allowing guided tours for a short time. Katie Bell was standing in the Hall of Prophecies, disappointed and bored. There were only balls of lights in this room, tens of thousands of them. After a while, a row of lights became rather less interesting, no matter that they contained all the secrets of the future.
Just as she was about to leave and chalk this up as some Ministry scheme to wring money out of ordinary witches and wizards - they’d probably planted those stories in the Quibbler, she thought cynically - she spied one of the last people she expected to see here. Former Slytherin Quidditch captain and current Falmouth Falcon player Marcus Flint was reading the pamphlet the tour guides had given out. Her imagination immediately concocted the theory that Flint was here as an agent for a secret Death Eater society that had managed to avoid detection. He was here to steal one of these prophecies as part of a plot to overthrow the Ministry.
But she knew the truth was much more mundane. Flint had been investigated and interrogated for a year before being cleared of any involvement with the Death Eaters. And the Ministry had been rather thorough - too thorough, brutal even, claimed liberals like Hermione Granger. There was no way Flint was a Death Eater agent. He just had an interest in stuff like this. Maybe he even visited museums. Oh, Merlin, what if she saw him in a library? Her head would surely explode in shock.
He must have felt her staring at him. He raised his head and looked at her for a moment before recognizing her. She didn’t expect any acknowledgment, except maybe a nod like ‘oh, hey, you’re that girl I nearly killed once a year for three years at Hogwarts.’ To her utter shock, he walked over to her, smiling. He really should learn to smile with his mouth closed and keep those ugly teeth of his hidden, she thought.
“Katie Bell, is that you?”
“That depends,” she said warily, “Are you going to beat up this Katie Bell person if you find her?”
He looked confused, then he laughed. “That was nothing personal, Bell. That was just how we played the game.”
The Slytherins had played the game quite differently than the other three house teams. Katie remembered having her hair pulled and her ribs elbowed; ugly names thrown at her and hulking male bodies trying to intimidate her in the days leading up to the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch matches. Marcus Flint had once picked her up and locked her in an old Potions classroom so she’d miss class and be punished with detention that kept her from Quidditch practice.
“Yep, nothing personal. No harm done; no grudges held,” she told him.
“Got any plans after this? You want to go get something to eat?”
He was asking her out! Now Katie was really scared. This couldn’t possibly be Marcus Flint the troll boy she’d known. This was some impostor using polyjuice potion or a glamour to look like him. Except no one would want to look like Marcus Flint. Although only his face was a problem. There was no problem with his body, none at all.
“Only if you promise you won’t push me off my broom or lock me in any closets or pull my hair.”
“I promise.”
“All right.”
It was a date. She had a date with Marcus Flint of all people. Angelina and Alicia were never going to believe this. Unless she took pictures.