Clint/Lexi/Marcus/Katie
Clint stumbled out of the fireplace, looking slightly confused. He stared at the house, wondering where the bloody fuck he was. It took him a moment to piece it together cause it sure as fuck wasn't his place. Or Flint's, or Ade's. That left one. Bell's. He groaned and stumbled after Lexi as she led them to the kitchen. He'd never been to Bell's house and hated it when Lexi moved in with her. It happened every now and then. Mostly because Lex traveled so much. Made sense. But he'd managed to avoid it. Guess he couldn't say that anymore. Plopping down on the barstool, he stared forlornly at Lexi, head propped on his hand. Bell's place was nice. Well, what he could see of it but it was Bell. She was gross.
He silently took the water, only spilling some of it down his shirt as he drank. It'd been a shitty night. His arse of an uncle died. He was getting cut. Ade was leaving Quidditch. Lexi was going to go off and have sex with Flint. He hated it. He hated this whole bloody night. Letting his head drop to the granite, he sighed. "I'm getting cut tomorrow," he said, sadly. "And I have to go to a bloody funeral this weekend." He groaned. "I hate this week."
Still, hungry, he stood up, and managed to make his way to the fridge. Opening it, he stared, slightly horrified that Bell ate like shite. "Why the fuck are there so many bars of chocolate and cake in here?" he asked, looking aghast. "She should be as fat as... something fat." He pulled out a bucket of fried chicken and shrugged. Digging into it cold worked for him.
Turning around, he let out a very girly shriek when a giant fucking dog appeared. "Holy fuck!"
Bludger stared before turning away, butting his head against Lexi's leg, nearly knocking her over. He was a huge fucking dog. Clint stared. The dog went over to Marcus, sat at his feet and wagged his tail.