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Tweak says, "Hemp for Victory!"

Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-08 16:12:00

Entry tags:

character: bryony capper, character: marcus flint

rp: the wind under our wings (or something like it)
Who: Bryony and Marcus
What: Flying!
Where: Flint Manor
When: Sunday, March 8 2005, early afternoon
Rating: These two are always gong to be SFW

Perhaps one of the good things to come from his mother being admitted to St. Mungo's was that Marcus didn't need to scout out a place for Bryony to fly with him, or worry about charming them so that they would be unnoticed, the way they'd done during their childhood. The acres surrounding Flint Manor gave them more than enough privacy, and the only ones who knew what they were doing were the house elves, so Marcus wasn't worried about any repercussions from Bryony's mother discovering her hobby.

Standing on the front lawn at their appointed time, he was trying - and failing - to get Rakey to stop fussing over him. Only after a few long minutes spent reassuring the elf that he was in fact eating and sleeping on a regular basis did she leave him to his own devices. Shaking his head with a fond smile, Marcus looked up at the sky, tracing the clouds and watching the leaves on the trees dance with the wind. There was s light breeze, but it was warm enough that he didn't think they would experience any difficulties - all in all, a perfect day to be on a broom.

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marcedflint
2015-04-14 02:16 am UTC (link)

Grinning at Bryony's win, Marcus dismounted almost carelessly, jumping from his broom while it was still a few feet from the ground, glad that he managed to land in such a way that didn't require him to roll through the grass in an undignified manner. Not that it would much matter - she'd seen him in any and all states, so he wasn't nearly as concerned with keeping up appearances here.

"Great job," he said sincerely, proud the same way he always was whenever they flew together, knowing that he'd taught her that skill and that she'd honed it on her own. He could remember a time when this sort of thing had been the highlight of his day or week, and though things had changed, he was still grateful as ever to have her in his life. "Rakey will throw a fit if we leave without her getting a chance to try and feed us something, at the very least," he said with a small smile, nodding slightly towards the kitchen door - an unnecessary gesture, since Bryony knew the house almost as well as he did.

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