marcus flint (marcmywords) wrote in quidditchplay, @ 2011-11-27 13:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! november, chris flint, marcus flint |
who; Marcus and Chris Flint
when; Sunday. An hour after this
where; The Snitch and maybe someplace else
what; They go for lunch
rating; High, because Marcus is already swearing
status; Closed and in progress
Marcus was literally bashing his head against the wall, asking himself what the fuck had he done wrong with Chris. He tried to make her happy, protect her like the big brother he was, and raise her the best he could since their father had never taken care of her. Maybe that was the problem? He was more of a father to her than a brother? Oh fuck, this was giving him a headache. He just wanted to make things go back to normal and have Chris being happy so he wouldn't be worrying so fucking much about what he said or did. The less complicated, the better.
Wearing a simple white t-shirt and some jeans with comfortable trainers, Marcus waited for Chris outside The Snitch. Hopefully in the hour since their last conversation she had calmed down a little bit.