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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."
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."