RP: Hello, Sweetheart Who: Marcus Flint, Oliver Wood When: Saturday, September 4th Where: Hogwarts Prison Rating: Low Warnings: Language Summary: Flint meets his new responsibility. COMPLETE.
Flint wasn't a huge fan of extra responsibility unless it involved Quidditch, so this new duty was bittersweet. Bitter because of the new duties but ever so sweet because he had a new special level of control over Oliver Wood. He'd been informed of his new role as a binder or whatever the hell they were calling it over a week ago when they'd attempted to move Wood from Azkaban. The sod had fallen ill, so they'd sent him to the prison at Hogwarts where he would have access to the Hospital Wing there.
Walking the halls of Hogwarts brought back a lot of memories. Of course, as he headed towards the Hospital Wing most of those memories were Quidditch-related. For most of his school career, Quidditch had been his main focus, far and beyond any of his schoolwork. Unlike other people who slacked off on the academic side of things, it had actually worked out quite well for him.
The Hospital Wing smelled like potions and cleaning products, just as it always did. But this was the first time Flint had seen it not filled with sickly students. But there was something kind of enjoyable about seeing Wood in a hospital bed. Lots of good memories of thrashing Gryffindor at Quidditch.
"Wood." He couldn't help but smirk a little. "What? Not pleased to see me. I'm hurt."