Comments | fiery_inception: Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue over who groped who!

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Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue over who groped who!

Sep 09, 2006 19:24

Date: Saturday, Sept. 9th
Time: Afternoon
Place: Hogsmead, the Hogs Head
Characters Involved: Draco Malfoy & Marcus Flint
Rating: PG-13?

( In the frozen land of Nador, they were forced to eat Robin's minstrels...and there was much rejoicing. A year passed... Autumn changed into Winter... Winter changed into Spring... Spring changed back into Autumn and Autumn gave Winter and Spring a miss and went straight on into Summer...Until one day...--Monty Python and the Holy Grail )

status: complete, status: invitation only, location: hogsmeade, character: marcus flint, character: draco malfoy

Comments 4

suicide_blonde_ September 11 2006, 03:38:20 UTC

It figured that Zoe would suggest this place for an official meeting. In all honesty, Draco's first impression of her hadn't been a good one and it still hadn't changed. Zoe Starr was loud, crude, controlling and absolutely obnoxious. She didn't say anything at all while Draco auditioned, just stared at him with her black eyes that reminded him a bit of Severus, actually. And when he was done she told him he looked like a woman, moved like a woman, so was he sure he wasn't a woman? And then she dismissed him ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 11 2006, 04:48:50 UTC

The second shot needed a good chaser, and just shortly of drinking a decent share of ale, someone approached his table. The glimpse he caught stabbed into his mindless action, just as the voice did. But Marcus did not dare to cough audibly when his throat tightened and some of the liquor got caught. Instead he kept the rim of his mug at his lips as he breathed heavily from his nose. Draco Malfoy had just arrived ( ... )

suicide_blonde_ September 14 2006, 02:19:16 UTC

Draco's opinion of Flint had never been favorable. He was a terrible captain at Quidditch, for one thing. The only strategy he seemed to have involved his prick and the rest of his head was focused on brute strength. For another he wasn't exactly the sort that Draco would have ordinarily played the sycophant to. Rather, Flint ought to have done that for Draco and he really hadn't done. There had never been any real modicum of respect between them and it had only gotten worse on Draco's end when Pansy had confided in him exactly how Flint was harassing her ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 15 2006, 05:02:39 UTC

Marcus stared at Draco as he grabbed his last shot from the table. “Oh, does that shock and disappoint you?” The smirk on his face showed Marcus wouldn’t have cared if it did. Though he was starting to wonder about all the people assuming his death. Curious.

“Long ways away before that happens. Better not hold your breath. -Or, on second though… Ladies first.” He arched a brow in a teasing manner as Marcus gestured at Draco with his shot glass, before downing it quickly, and followed it with a large gulp of his ale. Then Marcus cleared his throat and his lips with a hand, before he lounged back into his seat.

“My Pa tells me that a lot of things have happened, since we’ve been gone. I told Derrick a while ago… you remember him, right? Yeah, I told him it was a real shame I missed all the fun.” Yet his face seemed happier than shit as he spoke, in a mocking, sadistic way. “I’ll just have to make my own now, I guess.”