Who: Marcus Flint and Katie Bell What: TBD When: Thursday Evening - 11/19/98 Where: A side corridor between the Great Hall and the moving staircases Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Marcus Flint rarely felt guilt. If he did, he always did his best to never let it interfere with his plans. Guilt was an emotion and emotions tended to make a person weak. Marcus didn't like feeling weak, and he certainly didn't like appearing as such. Unfortunately, it was guilt that led him to Hogwarts the evening of the alumni ball. He hadn't had any plans to attend the ridiculous gathering. He didn't want to see any of those gits as much as they wanted to see him. But he had shown, dressed in expensive dress robes, and did his best to avoid nearly everyone there. The fast the event was over, the faster he could get back to his flat and away from everyone.
Unfortunately, it hadn't turned out as such. Marcus found himself trapped inside the grounds of Hogwarts much to his disliking. Honestly, he knew there were worse places to be trapped, but Hogwarts was fairly high on his list. It held both fun memories, and memories he didn't want to dig up. Though most places around wizarding London were like that for him. Perhaps that was why he always preferred spending his time either on the pitch, or drowning himself in multiple pints at his favorite pubs. But there was little he could do about his situation except to try and make the best of it.
It was a bit past dinner and the halls were growing quiet. Marcus knew well about the buddy system, but there was no reason for him to worry about a buddy system. Whoever was lurking, or was trying to lurk, wouldn't be bothering him. While Marcus hid during most of the war, he believed he still had leverage here and there. He still had a name out there and he believed people knew better than to bother him.
Marcus; however, thoroughly enjoyed bothering people. Anyone he could make blush, look away, angry, or uncomfortable, he worked to find them and do so. It was just his luck that he noticed one particular blonde Gryffindor who, usually, did all of the above within a matter of seconds. Marcus slowed his walk as he approached Katie Bell. Sliding his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans, he grinned down at her. "Evening, luv. Aren't you suppose t'have a buddy with you?"