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Tweak says, "Kill the spare"

dh_marcus (dh_marcus) wrote in darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-04-19 16:59:00

Entry tags:

april 2008, harry potter, marcus flint, npc

RP: Shouldn't Little Boys Be In Bed At This Hour?
Date and Time: April 19/20, 2008 - around 4 a.m.
Characters: Marcus Flint, Harry Potter, Gerald (NPC)
Location: Flint Manor, England
Private/Public: Private
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, sexual situations and description
Summary: Marcus receives an unexpected(?) visitor at an unusual hour
Completion: INComplete

Gerald was convinced that the old didn't need much more than a couple of hours of sleep. It was all he could manage every night - usually staying up late and rising before the sun even did to tend to the matters of Flint Manor. Master Flint was almost the same way, though thirty-five years younger than Gerald. Gerald supposed if he had Master Flint's energy and social duties, he wouldn't bother with sleep at that age either. The gods would grant enough rest when their bodies could no longer sustain the demands of life.

So when a forceful knocking on the large door to Flint Manor's entrance echoed over the marble floors and into the kitchen where Gerald was enjoying a cup of tea and a cross-word puzzle, Gerald was ready to answer. He assumed it could not be Miss Greengrass, for she had not been around for a few months now. Gerald missed the vibrant woman's presence, though he did not let Master Flint know that.

No, it was a fresh faced young man with unbelievably coloured eyes and a head of messy black hair that Gerald saw through the small look-out. Curious, Gerald pressed the intercom that allowed his voice to greet the young man outside.

"Yes?"

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dh__harry
2008-04-20 12:14 pm UTC (link)

It had been yet another busy night at Hog's Head pub. They were starting to run together, really. So after closing up, Harry snuck out to a long stretch of field just outside of Hogsmeade for a bit of a fly around. He'd received a new broom several years prior as a birthday gift(not having had one since his firebolt was destroyed years before), and he'd put in much use in this very same field on similar nights.

It was mostly clear out and thousands of stars were visible overhead. He kicked off hard, the cold air stinging his face as he flew low to the ground before pulling up, flying way above the trees. He certainly hadn't lost his Seeker abilities, he knew, as he pulled a few tricks before stopping in midair, a bit out of breath as he looked out onto the dark horizon. He could see Hogwarts in the distance, its darkened windows with the occassional flicker, the lake calm and quiet with no trace of the giant squid.

The air was clean up there and Harry started thinking back to the various things he'd talked about with Ginny the night she'd come around. Naturally, or at least in his mind, that got him thinking about Marcus. He had gotten a new outfit, at Ginny's suggestion, for no other purpose than to make the ex-Slytherin notice him.

So it was with that thought that Harry touched back down onto the ground and Apparated back to the Head, where he changed into the new pair of low slung, fitted black trousers(which he imagined were made out of something like leather or suede, they were quite soft to the touch and comfortable) and a very form fitting dark green jumper that was the tiniest bit transparent.

Cheeks still a bit ruddy from his fly and hair more messy than usual, Harry showed up at Flint Manor a little while later. Sure, it was around 4 in the morning, but Marcus ran a Muggle club that probably didn't close until around the same time that the Hog's Head did, so chances were good that he was still awake. Or so Harry told himself.

"Er," He responded when a much older voice answered the door. Maybe this was a bad idea. He cleared his throat. "I'm here to see Marcus Flint, please. I'm a...friend."

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dh_marcus
2008-04-20 10:27 pm UTC (link)

"If you're a friend, do you realize just what time it is right now...young man?" Gerald asked with authority, though amused all the same. Late night visitors like for Master Flint - though extremely rare - always tended to turn out interesting.

Before Gerald could hear the response from the young man outside, a voice behind him interrupted the conversation.

"Just who are you speaking to, Gerald?" Marcus asked with interest. He had come down from his bedroom seeking a late night snack and there was no answer in the kitchen. Marcus had assumed that Gerald was still sleeping, which would have been unusual since the man had habit of staying up as late as Marcus, particularly on the weekends while Marcus ran his club.

"A young man outside with green eyes, wishing to see you, Master Flint," Gerald told Marcus, then held down the muggle intercom so they could both hear Harry from outside.

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dh__harry
2008-04-21 04:57 am UTC (link)

"I...er...yeah, sorry..." Harry fumbled sheepishly, not knowing that Marcus was standing on the other side of that camera lense. He ran a hand through his windswept, messy hair, starting to think that this had been a bad idea. "Look, I thought he might be awake, since his club is open late. I'm sorry if I disturbed anyone..."

With that he turned to go, mumbling to himself about what a stupid idea it was, how idiotic he was for allowing Ginny to talk him into going there. As she said, Marcus Flint could have anyone he wanted. Sure, they had shared a damn good snog that probably would have ended with more if they hadn't been interrupted. But then again, Ginny had also kissed him. Maybe he just liked snogging, that didn't mean anything.

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dh_marcus
2008-04-21 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Chuckling, listening to Harry's bewildered voice coming from the muggle intercom, Marcus decided to throw the Gryffindor a bone.

"I am awake but the biggest question is what the fuck are you doing here at my house?" Marcus pretended to sound pissed off, but couldn't hide the amusement completely from his voice.

He winked at Gerald then, after a perfectly wicked idea went through his head.

"Now, you might say you're Harry Potter but...I don't know. A wizard like me has many enemies," Marcus told the green-eyed wizard on the other side of the door. "So if I asked you something that only myself and Harry Potter would know, you would be able to answer wouldn't you?"

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dh__harry
2008-04-21 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Oh, thank Merlin. Hope jumped up into Harry's throat and the American Muggle expression 'booty call' jump to his mind. He couldn't help but allow a tiny grin as he turned back towards the intercom.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing here?" He challenged back, raising an eyebrow. He rolled his eye at the suspicious tone. "This is payback, isn't it? Fine...yes, I'll be able to answer. Ask away, then."

Git. This was definitely payback for leaving Marcus high and dry the other night.

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dh_marcus
2008-04-21 11:22 pm UTC (link)

"Well it isn't so much as a question as it is...rather a confirmation," Marcus told Harry through his grin. Gotcha

Gerald had since left to the kitchens as no doubt Master Flint and his late night friend would be either hungry now, or will be in the near future. But, Marcus didn't let Harry know that.

"So, tell me - and my butler here since he's just gagging to know - what exactly happened during our last meeting?" Marcus asked then waited patiently for Harry to answer. Through the look out on the door, Marcus could watch Harry's facial expressions which did not disappoint.

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dh__harry
2008-04-21 11:26 pm UTC (link)

Harry heard the satisfaction in Marcus' voice and glared at the camera. Damn it all, he'd just given it all up.

"You're enjoying this far too much," He commented, rolling his eyes at the question. He felt heat rise to his cheeks and he shifted his weight from one foot to another, trying to think of ways he could get out of this without the nosy butler finding out exactly what had happened. "Well, I kicked a barstool and nearly fell on my bum...and you had, what was it, two shots of firewhiskey? And you left nonetoohappy." He offered a hopeful grin, though he knew it wouldn't be as easy as that.