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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?"
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?"