WHO: Katie Bell and Marcus Flint WHAT: Stuff WHERE: Marcus's flat WHEN: Wednesday Evening RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
It had been a long few days. Well, really, he was still reeling a bit from his check up with the Ministry the previous Friday. He always hated having to do it, but skipping out would just end up so much worse. He understood why all registered Death Eaters who didn't end up in prison were required to make periodical check ins with the MoM, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. It was a complete invasion of his privacy, really. They asked him about every article that had ever come out about him or about any of his acquaintances. They were particularly interested in his involvement with a registered Werewolf. And they went through every spell he'd done with his wand over the last few months. And explaining about the time he'd practically spelled Katie into his flat a few days prior hadn't exactly been easy or fun.
And the worst part of all of it was that they always liked to remind him about every little thing he'd done during the war, despite the fact that all he wanted to do was forget it. But clearly, Death Eaters weren't allowed the luxury of moving on with their lives. They were less than people more often that not in the MoM's eyes. But at the moment, as Marcus laid in bed in only his boxers, he was doing his best to not think about any of that. Katie was apparently on her way over and while she might be on her period or some shite, he really didn't fucking care. He was just beyond excited to get to see her and if all he got to do for he evening was hold her, then he was more than okay with that.
Of course, the fact that he was okay with that was momentarily disturbing, but he quickly got over it as he gave a small stretch under his sheets. He was bloody tired and he really hoped she showed up before he completely crashed. The door wasn't warded for her so she was more than capable of just waltzing right on in and up to his room. He figured he should probably get out of bed or something to greet her, but he was warm and insanely comfortable. She'd either find him when she got there, or she'd find him after she found the chocolate he had for her in the kitchen. Either way, he figured she'd eventually make it to his room.