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Marcus Flint (marcusfingflint) wrote in impetuousrpg,

Marcus's eyes narrowed at the mention of Katie as his grip unintentionally tightened around the blonde in his lap. She let out a small whimper but Marcus pretty much ignored it for the moment. No way Katie had fucked Roger. No fucking way. He wasn't going to believe it. But then again, they were friends and they did live together and who really knew what they'd been up to? Sure, Katie was technically free to do what or who ever she wanted, but fuck. Roger fucking Davies? Was that a fucking joke? Because it wasn't very funny at all.

Marcus finished off his whiskey before shoving the blonde off of him. Quidditch groupies were desperate. She'd either get over his roughness or he'd find a new one. Not a big fucking deal. He wanted to get up and hit the fuck out of the kid, but this wasn't really the place, was it? And besides, he and Katie were done. What right did he have? But still. He was fucking pissed and nothing would have pleased him more at that point than to hex the ever loving shite out of Davies.

Marcus liked Katie. He really did. He liked her probably more than he should and wasn't that the reason that they'd ended whatever it was they'd had? And he wanted to respect her as a person. But if Roger was going to play dirty? Then he'd do the same. Besides, what did he owe Katie at this point? If she was really sleeping around already, then they were clearly completely done with. "Yeah?" he asked, trying to stay calm. "Well, she tastes bloody perfect. And taking her virginity? What a fucking experience. It was almost as good as fucking the hell out of Brown around the moon. Those two really know how to handle a dick."