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susan bones will try to fix you. ([info]susy_b) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-08-19 00:03:00

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Entry tags:!2003:08, !complete, marcus flint, ron weasley, ronald weasley, susan bones

WHO: Susan Bones & Marcus Flint & Ron Weasley (a little after)
WHAT: An attempted robbery at the apothecary!
WHERE: Susan Bones' apothecary in Diagon Alley.
WHEN: Wednesday evening around 8pm.
RATING/STATUS: PG - PG-13 for violence and language... possibly. / Open to Marcus Flint.

Stifling a yawn, Susan continued to drop ingredients into the potion which was boiling in the small cauldron on the counter. Glancing over her notes, she began to regret agreeing to making this potion for one of her clients. Leave to the elderly to insist upon purchasing the most complex ingredients and then demanding that she brew them. With the last of the ingredients added, Susan glanced at the clock to determine how long it should boil. Part of questioned why she didn't just give this job to Maeve. The young woman was a reliable worker in her shop, and she always seemed willing to do whatever Susan requested. Of course, Susan rarely asked much of her, most of the time she left Maeve alone. Susan knew that Maeve didn't require babysitting and she seemed like a completely capable woman.

At eight o'clock in the evening on a Wednesday, Diagon Alley tended to be quiet. Not many witches and wizards wandered the streets and Susan was grateful for that. It left her to tend to the shop and all the orders that customers requested. Stepping from around the counter, she grabbed the left over ingredients and began to shelve them. It wasn't until the sound of the door opening caught her attention. Two large black cloaked figures entered into the shop, dark hoods pulled over their heads obscuring their faces. Wands were pulled out as the door slammed behind them and they began looking around the shop. This was certainly not what Susan wanted to see at eight in the evening.

Stormy green eyes went wide with shock as the items fell from her arms, crashing against the floor. Shattering glass instantly gave away her presence as her hands moved to her pocket attempting to pull out her wand. Fumbling slightly, she cursed under her breath, but it was too late. One binding hex later, Susan found herself pinned against the wall, jars and boxes of potion ingredients falling to the floor. Screaming loudly, she attempted to fight against the hex, only to find herself stuck and bound firmly.

"Wh- what do you want?!" She whimpered, as she watched in horror as the cloaked figures moved through the store knocking items off the shelves and creating a mess. "Please, just leave... take whatever you want and go." One of the cloaked figures caught sight of a cash box on the counter and moved towards it. Neither of them spoke a word to Susan, just continued to rampage through her store. It wasn't until one of the cloaked robbers got tired of her screams, that he finally stifled them with a rag he found on the floor.

Holy hell, if she got out of this alive, she planned on closing up the store at 5pm every evening.


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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-19 04:44 am UTC (link)
Later, when asked about why he did what he did or what prompted him he couldn't come up with a very good answer. What ended up in the Daily Prophet was this:

"I was there, she needed help."

Simple enough and glorious in his father's opinion. It was just enough to put Marcus in the limelight, good publicity just before the season began. But, he didn't do it because of that, in fact.. Marcus, has he been thinking of his career, would have avoided the situation to keep himself safe.

"STUPEFY!" they hadn't time to react to his entrance. Marcus had always been good at those more boisterous of spells, the kind that caused the most mayhem. They had always been his favorite. When he saw the shady characters entering the apothecary on his way down the Alley from the Cauldron he didn't hesitate to blow the front door's off their hinges.

They had apparently already been disarmed by the two that entered in their hoods so it didn't take much to do his hex. Then came the stupefy on one, which caused the other to try and hex Marcus back. He just barely dodged the flying spell but his right ear took the brunt of whatever was thrown at him, and fuck if it didn't burn!

He hissed, clutched his ear with one hand and shot another curse their way.

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS"

The pair went down with sickening thunks and Marcus, who was breathing heavily and still clutching at his burnt ear, glanced to the only other person in the shop: Susan. He blinked owlishly and grimaced as he lowered his hand from his ear. A moment later he had undone the hex placed on her and was gingerly touching his ear.

"Fuck.. I heard ya screamin'.."

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[info]susy_b
2010-08-19 05:01 am UTC (link)
The entire spectacle was unbelievable to Susan. Two people completely destroying her store, and then one person swooping in and saving the evening? This was something that Susan only read about in books, this wasn't something that happened to simple, innocent girls like her... was it? Watching the man take down the two robbers, Susan kept a perpetual look of a deer caught in headlights. Eyes were wide both with fear and curiosity as she watched the robbers fall to the ground completely frozen.

Tumbling down from where she was bound she fell on her hands and knees on the floor. Practically gagging on the rag that was shoved in her mouth, she managed to pull it out. Grimacing as the cloth fell from her mouth she shuddered slightly, this was all just one big nightmare. She was going to wake up in her bed, warm and safe under her sheets.

The sound of the person who saved her pulled her out of her thoughts. Lifting her gaze from the floor to the man who stood near her, she saw him touch his ear slightly. Climbing to her feet, she finally got a good look at the person who saved her. He looked oddly familiar, she couldn't place it, but she knew she had seen him before.

"Thank you, I really can't thank you enough. You saved me..." She said quietly, tucking red hair behind her ear, she tilted her head slightly, "You're hurt..." Green gaze looking at his ear, she bit on her bottom lip. She really didn't mean to cause him so much trouble, and she suddenly felt compelled to help him like he helped her. It was the least she could do.

"May I?" Motioning towards his ear, brows quirked slightly.

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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-19 05:29 pm UTC (link)
For not the first time in his life he didn't know what to do next. He was probably more stunned by his actions than she was and it reminded him greatly of the time he decided against torturing third year muggleborns on that attack on Hogwarts. It made him feel nervous and he almost felt paranoid, as if his choices were being watched by someone... someone like the Dark Lord who didn't approve.

Or his father. Merlin.

Marcus blinked owlishly again and then shook his head.

"Sorry, what? Oh yeah.. er.. yeah sure, I s'pose," he muttered again touching his ear and cringing. He had a lot of injuries in his time but this fucking smarted worse than it should've for being so small. When she approached he watched her, drank in the sight of her and found it was easy to stare when she was ...

Well. Pretty. Petite. Redheads, merlin's beard he had a thing for redheads sometimes.

"Sorry about your door," he managed.

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[info]susy_b
2010-08-19 05:52 pm UTC (link)
Susan was at a bit of a loss as well, she didn't know where to begin. Was she supposed to call the authorities? Find a hit-witch or wizard on duty and have them deal with it? Send an owl to the ministry? Clean up? Merlin, this sort of thing never happened to her. It all seemed surreal. And then this man who stood before her with an injured ear. What was she supposed to do with him? Give him a reward? Take him to St. Mungo's? The injury didn't look too severe, something that she could help fix, but what happened after that? The way he looked at her told her that he was in the same exact mindset.

What next?

When he agreed to allow her to help with his injury, a tiny smile twitched at the corner of her lips. "Please, sit." Waving her wand towards the counter, a stool scooted out in front of the counter, allowing him a place to sit. Susan moved to behind the counter, opening drawers and pulling out clean gauze and bandages as well as a round tin reading 'Salve'. Was it obvious that burns like this happen all the time? Susan was used to seeing injuries, especially in her shop. There were so many ingredients that could cause burns that she just kept supplies on hand.

At the mention of the door, Susan glanced towards it, seeing it blasted off it's hinges. Looking back at him, she shrugged. "It's just a door, it can be fixed." She replied softly. To be quite honest, that was the last thing she was concerned about. If it wasn't for him her store would have been completely trashed and penniless, the last thing she cared about was a door.

Finally moving from behind the counter, she stepped up next to him and placed the bandages on the table. "What you did was very brave." Leave it to Susan to be such a flatterer. It came naturally to her, being sweet and soft spoken. Delicate and nice. It was no wonder she was placed in Hufflepuff, her easy going nature just seeped from her and her calm and put together demeanor could keep even the the most nervous of people at ease.

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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-19 07:52 pm UTC (link)
Marcus pursed his lips and nodded at the door. "I can fix it though, jus' gotta remember.. the right spell," another mumble and he almost felt his cheeks heat up at the admission. He was never the smartest guy and while he was an excellent flier, damned good at Herbology and Potions, he was sometimes absolute shit with certain handy spells.

He moved to sit where she gestured, his shoulders hunched over and eyes sweeping over the mess of the place. Damn, they did a good job, didn't they? Those dark green eyes settled then on the two body bound crooks who looked caught in perpetual terror, their eyes still able to move. He smirked.

"Yeah.. it was, ah, you might want to.. owl an auror, somethin'." He paused, eying her as she moved around.

"I'm Marcus, by the way. Marcus Flint."

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[info]susy_b
2010-08-19 08:25 pm UTC (link)
Susan smiled at the offer, as she picked up the tin and twisted off the top. "That's very kind of you, you don't have to do, though. You've done so much all ready." A gentle pressure was pushed to his chin so he would tilt his head to the side and give her a better of his ear. The door was something easy to fix, a few simple spells and it would be good as new. However, with the recent events, Susan began to wonder if she should have a stronger door in place. Perhaps a few locks on the door.

Dipping her fingers into the ointment, she nodded in agreement. "I'll owl them as soon as we get you better." She replied firmly. The salve was a mixture of her own invention. Three healing and soothing potions mixed into a wax did wonders on superficial burns. After spending countless days and weeks brewing healing potions, Susan found that this little tin lasted far longer than anything a cauldron could brew.

Fingers were poised above his ear when she heard his name. Faltering slightly, green eyes flickered to study his facial features. That's how she knew him. The name triggered the memory of who he was. The great big bully of Slytherin who picked on her housemates and made them cry. Blinking, Susan attempted to push those memories aside and focus on the Marcus Flint that just saved her and her store. Running her finger along the outer shell of his ear, her touch was feather light and gentle as she carefully spread the healing salve over his ear.

"I'm Susan Bones." The surname should sound familiar. If not because of the fact that she attended Hogwarts with Marcus, then because of all the work her family had done during the first war. After all, the Bones family was a rather "famous" family. The name dated back centuries, not a high society pureblood name, but a prestigious one. Noble in their own way, and known for intellect and perseverance. Most of the Bones' were dead now, at the hand of Death Eaters, but there were still some that remained. Susan and her mother and father.

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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-19 09:22 pm UTC (link)
He honestly was not used to someone treating him gently. The medi-witches and wizards on the pitch sidelines were rough bastards who didn't tolerate the whines and moans of hurt quidditch players. Then, if he was forced to go to St. Mungos there was no sympathy there either. Perhaps for him, mostly, because he was a pain in their ass with how he howled and cussed up a storm. When he tilted his head he complied and quietly too, which would have stunned anyone who knew him.

Another hiss befell his lips when she touched the salve to his ear but the pain didn't last. The moment it was put on the burn the pain subsided and the burn began to magically heal as it ought to. He pretended he didn't notice that hesitation after he introduced himself and ignored the voice in the back of his head.

The one that said 'she knows you because you probably..'

Susan Bones sounded familiar enough and after a long moment of racking his brain he realized it was because the Bones family was pureblood. He knew of them as blood traitors but of course he said nothing of the sort to her. It was embedded in his mind to consider her beneath him but it was difficult to manage when she was being so... well, nice.

He was frowning when suddenly he realized his lips were tugged into such an expression.

"Right, well, thanks. I'll take care of these two," once she let up on his ear he stood up and aimed his wand on the pair of crooks.

"Wingardium Leviosa" the pair floated up into the air, still stiff as boards and he guided them out of the shop by the tip of his wand. Once outside he let the charm off that kept them hovering so that they fell hard to the cobblestone ground outside the busted in entrance. They remained frozen in place and he returned inside.

"You can owl them now... need help cleanin' up?"

Why he offered was beyond him but he felt it was probably best to make sure she was safe until the Aurors arrived.

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[info]susy_b
2010-08-20 02:52 am UTC (link)
Susan winced slightly when he hissed, and bit down on her bottom lip. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you. It should be feeling better now, though." Giving him a sheepish shrug, she twisted the top back on the tin and placed it down on the counter. Plucking up one of the clean rags, she wiped off her fingers. "It's no problem, really, it's the least I can do, I would recommend having it looked at by a professional. I'm not a healer, so I can't really tell what sort of hex you were hit with, but I hope I helped a little."

As he moved the criminals out of the shop, she picked up all the bandages and tin and shoved it all back into the drawers they came from. Grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill, she scribbled down a note and motioned for an owl, who was perched in the corner, to come over. Obediently, the creature hopped over to the counter and held out it's leg. "Quickly, now," She smiled sweetly to the bird, running her fingers through it's feathers as the owl stretched it's wings and took off out of the front door and into the night air.

Sighing heavily, Susan looked over the damage her store was in. It could have been worse, that's all she could keep telling herself. It could have been worse, and she could have been dead. She should be grateful that all the the damage were a few broken jars and boxes.

Green gaze lifted to look at him once more as he moved back into her store. "That's very kind of you to offer," She smiled once more. Part of Susan couldn't understand why Marcus was being so nice. He was a complete arse the last time she remembered him, but now? Now he was a knight in shining armor and actually offering to help clean up? It made Susan completely confused, but gave her a little faith in those around her. If Marcus could turn over a new leaf, why couldn't anyone else? After all, wasn't Draco Malfoy starting a charity? Of all the people she could think of that would be generous and selfless, Draco Malfoy was one of the last people she thought of.

Moving towards one of the aisles that looked the worse, Susan dropped to her knees and carefully started picking up pieces of shattered glass. The contents of the jar were splattered across the floor, mixing with other ingredients and ultimately contaminated.

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[info]geroffme
2010-08-20 03:27 am UTC (link)
There was always the slim possibility, Ron knew, that he'd be able to take on a real assignment, something moderately more exciting than his usual shift full of paper-pushing, fact-checking and stamping things through to other departments. By a certain time of day, however, he had usually resigned himself to the tedious reality of his job. A day and evening shift meant there were plenty of more qualified Aurors to cover anything serious that might crop up. His only chance for fresh air was if someone decided to make trouble right as his more senior colleagues were taking off for home a little early, as was their wont nearer the end of the week. He'd pretty much stopped hoping, by then.

So when someone slapped a note on his desk, he simply pushed it on top of the stack, planning to get to it in due course for whatever pushing, checking or stamping it might need. It was only when he glanced up to glare at the back of whoever had thrust it at him that he realized it was nothing like the usual forms. He spared not a moment after reading it before grabbing his cloak, shouting a quick summary of his whereabouts to the front desk, and rushing out to where he could Disapparate. He wasn't going to let someone decide a mistake had been made. He had hardly been out of his chair all day. Thieves in Diagon Alley sounded like just the thing.

He appeared with a crack in the street, wand drawn. It didn't take long to find the disturbance - bodies on the pavement, door hanging off hinges, those was easier flags than what he'd been trained to look for. Almost disappointing. He rushed over to the apothecary's threshold and peered inside after a cursory inspection of the unconscious parties. Stupefied. Someone had done all the work for him.

But then he saw Marcus Flint seated inside, and his first instinct was - well, not all the work. He pointedly kept his wand out. "All right?" he asked curtly, glancing over to Susan, who didn't look quite as put out as he thought she should have, really.

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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-20 03:45 am UTC (link)
Marcus was still touching on his ear and wondering if he was about to sprout boils or something when a loud crack! made him stand up quick to inspect through the window who was coming. Red hair was all he needed to see to make a quick judgment. A Weasley. The obnoxious twins? Or...

Well fuck him sideways, of all the fucking aurors to come to the rescue! Marcus sat back down for a moment but only because a wand was being pointed at him by a trained Auror. He thought about keeping his mouth shut but.. it wasn't in his nature to just take things sitting. He jumped back up to his feet and drew his wand out though he didn't point it at Ron.

"She's fine.. thanks to me," he answered for Susan and then started toward her.

"You can talk to Weasley, I'll clean this up."

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[info]susy_b
2010-08-20 03:58 am UTC (link)
The loud crack announcing someone apparating made her jump slightly. She should have known it was the auror, her owl was a fast flier. However, after the chaotic evening she had, she really had to think of the worse. However, the sight of Ron Weasley stepping through the doorway, made all the anxiety disappear. Ron Weasley, a face she hadn't seen in years. Eyes went wide when Ron pointed his wand towards Marcus. Dropping the broken glass, Susan scrambled to her feet.

"No, no, no. I mean, I'm all right." She attempted to intervene, but it seemed Ron hit some kind of nerve in Marcus, since the man was rising from his seat and drawing his wand. Merlin, this wasn't going to end well, was it? This was really the last thing she wanted, first attacked, then saved, and now tension so thick she could cut it with a knife.

Biting down on her tongue as Marcus answered for her, she glanced between the two of them. "He's right," Swallowing slightly, she nodded as he offered to clean up. It seemed that it was better to keep them apart, especially since it seemed that they weren't on the best of terms, or rather... Marcus just didn't like Ron. Susan really couldn't fathom why, the Weasley's were always nice to her and her family. She wasn't the best of friends with Ron, but she liked to consider that she was on good terms with him, at least when they were in Hogwarts and she was part of the DA.

"Thank you," She said quietly as she glanced over at Marcus for a moment before looking back at Ron. "He didn't hurt me, I was attacked, I think they were trying to rob me... and Marcus showed up, stupefied them and saved me... and the shop." Which was the truth. Perhaps coming from Susan it was a bit more believable than coming from Marcus?

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[info]geroffme
2010-08-20 04:30 am UTC (link)
Ron raised his eyebrows at Flint as he stood, suppressing the urge to dare him outright to do something stupid. It seemed like Flint was content with nothing but a bit of a show, and as much as Ron might have liked to make it more ... he was pretty sure that would be frowned upon, and he really didn't want to be condemned to a desk before his career had even properly started. And when Susan vouched for him, he really had no choice but to lower his wand.

"Flint?" he asked, openly skeptical. "Really?" He didn't care if the man could hear him. None of this would come as any surprise. He'd never spent too much time around him - entirely by design - but had never known him to be anything but a brutish prat. "What about them?" He nodded to the unlucky thieves lying in a pile outside the door. "Did they hurt you? Do you need a mediwizard? It looks like they did a number on the shop. Do you know them?" There was a thought: he turned his attention back to Flint for a moment. "Do you know them?"

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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-20 03:01 pm UTC (link)
Marcus tried very hard to pretend he wasn't hearing the tone of voice in which the Weasley spoke of him to Susan. His jaw clenched together and he had to bite his cheek to keep from saying something that might get him into actual trouble. While Susan vouched for him he knew he could ruin it all with only a couple of harsh words.

He went about carefully doing away with shards of glass, partially by picking up big pieces with his hands to place in a pile and then by using his magic to perform a simple charm to gather up the entire pile and all smaller pieces so that it could be floated into a bin of sorts.

Marcus stood, wand tip directing the floating, glimmering pile before him when Weasley turned to him and asked that question. His thick eyebrows furrowed.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" His temper flared and his grip on his wand tightened.

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[info]susy_b
2010-08-20 03:20 pm UTC (link)
"I'm fine. They hit me with a binding hex, but that's all. Shoved a dirty rag in my, but I'm all right." Shuddering at the thought, Susan sighed. She was actually regretting sending word for an auror. The situation was under control, the criminals just had to be carted away. As Ron asked if she knew them, Susan shook her head. "No, I mean, I don't think I do. They were hooded, and I couldn't see their faces, but I didn't recognize their voices." Glancing past Ron and towards the door, she could see how Marcus just unceremoniously dumped them outside.

However, her attention was pulled away from the door when she heard the anger in Marcus' voice. Eyes went wide with shock as she looked back at him. "Please..." She looked between the two men. If they were going to fight and bicker and argue then she was going to have to ask them to leave. This was not productive, pointing fingers and wands at each other. This is actually the last thing Susan wanted to deal with at the moment. She just wanted to get the criminals off her store front, and clean up... and go home. Take a nice long hot soothing bath and forget about this day entirely.

"Ron, I don't think Marcus had anything to do with this. They attacked him as well when he came in." She attempted to be the voice of reason between the two of them. Shooting Marcus a pleading look, almost like she was begging him to calm down, she turned to look at Ron.

"They shot him with some sort of hex, it hit his ear. Ron, he saved me." She repeated, this time with sincerity and honesty in her voice. "The criminals are outside, they're the ones that need to be questioned, not Marcus."

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[info]geroffme
2010-08-20 04:58 pm UTC (link)
Ron snorted and turned away from Marcus, though he was a little reluctant to put his back to him - even he wasn't daft enough to start hexing Aurors in front of witnesses, and even Ron had realized that their little reunion was upsetting Susan. It wasn't her fault Flint was a git. He could talk to the thieves later, and it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to track down one of the Falcons' Chasers if he needed to.

"Right," he said, trying to sound as though he were satisfied with the situation. "Well - I'll just have them off to St. Mungo's so we can have a bit of a chat, then." Once they woke up, anyway. He would have liked to stay and help with the mess, but two unconscious perpetrators had to take priority, really. "And once we've had words, someone will be by - tomorrow, probably - to get a better idea of the damage, so we know what these idiots need to pay you. And if you have any trouble, just write, all right?"

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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-20 06:11 pm UTC (link)
Marcus wasn't trying to threaten anybody, that much he had already done with the crooks. He was just trying to be.. oh for salazar's sake he was just trying to help for once. Yeah it would look good publically for him to be known as a savior but he wasn't calling the Prophet, or his agent, or his father who often tried to act as an agent. He was just..

Helping a girl.

A pretty girl, at that. Pure too, right? That doesn't hurt...

Marcus said nothing more as Weasley went about delegating what he was going to do. Instead he set about moving the floating glass carefully in front of him as he directed it to a bin to be dumped. Then, he shot a glance over his shoulder at Weasley and cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you're welcome by the way, sorry I did most of your job before you could even get here," he turned away again to hide his smirk and returned to cleaning up a few broken jars that smelled an awful lot like they had been housing mint extract.

Once Weasley had gone he'd turn back to Susan and raise his eyebrows innocently.

"Did you see tha'? Discrimination, hell... he's jus' mad because my boys beat the tar out of his Canons more often than not."

Also, because, Marcus had (on more than one occasion) tried to make his family's life a living hell while at Hogwarts.

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[info]susy_b
2010-08-20 06:44 pm UTC (link)
Susan bit down on her bottom lip and glanced over all the empty shelves that once housed potion ingredients and supplies. "All right, Ron. Thank you so much for coming by. I'll probably take inventory tomorrow, or... some time later to figure out exactly what was ruined." Shoe tapped a few pieces of glass, before she bent down to pluck them off the floor. "I'll be in touch, thank you again." If Susan had known this was going to drag out so much tension then she wouldn't have written an owl and just pulled one of the hit-wizards off the street.

Once Ron left, Susan glanced curiously at Marcus. "Perhaps, though, I think your reputation precedes you." She said quietly as she grabbed a broom that was resting against the wall. "Sometimes, all people can remember is the not so pleasant attributes in a person, and tend to forget that their just as human as the next person. That there was and are feelings and emotions that live inside you just as they live inside Ron or the next person." Shrugging slightly, she began to sweep up what was in the contents of the jars.

"Don't hold it against him, I've noticed that his family has a tendency to hold grudges and always think the worse of a person before they realize the good in someone." It's just like Susan to find the good in everybody. To bring out the shining best and polish it until it glows. Marcus seemed no exception and for some reason she felt compelled to be nice to him despite how he was back in school. To talk to him a human being and not like an animal. Consider it one of her weaknesses, or in this case one of her strengths. She never thought the worse, of it she did, she then in turn gave them the benefit of the doubt.

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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-20 07:54 pm UTC (link)
Yeah it did, which was the point really. Mostly. Sort of. His father had crafted him to become someone with a certain kind of reputation. Fierce, frightening, not someone to be messed with on or off the pitch. Before his career it was just for those things, not for how handsome he was. Now it was that as well, thanks to some professional beauty charms. Still, most people from school didn't recall him as dashing, charming Marcus Flint.

He was troll-blooded, snaggle-tooth, put-your-head-in-a-wall Marcus Flint. He was surprised that Susan was treating him so well, actually.

"Yeah.. well..." he didn't know what to say. Awkwardly he finished cleaning up without another word uttered until a good half hour passed.

Then he stood tall, placed his hands on his lower back and poppped his spine loudly with one good stretch.

"I should go, I have.. practice tomorrow morning. You'll be okay, then?"

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[info]susy_b
2010-08-21 05:12 am UTC (link)
Susan glanced up at him as he fell silent. Did she say something she wasn't supposed to? Tilting her head to the side slightly, she looked down at the pile she had been sweeping. Pulling her wand out of her back pocket she swish and flicked, sending the pile of contents hovering in the air and soaring towards the trash bin. She could see the money being tossed away, but it had to be done. It was contaminated, and she couldn't run the risk of it all getting mixed up.

For the next half hour she swept the store, picking up glass and fixing boxes that could be saved. She had a long few days ahead of her. It wasn't until Marcus rose to his feet that Susan was pulled out of her thoughts.

"Oh! Yes. I'm sorry to have kept you so long. I will be fine. I'll fix that door up temporarily. Thank you so much for your help with... everything." A smile curled on her lips as she tilted her head to the side. "I would also have that checked out by a professional." She motioned towards his ear which looked significantly better than it did.

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[info]fameandglory
2010-08-21 05:48 pm UTC (link)
Feeling a tad awkward he took to shuffling from foot to foot as she spoke. Then, he rubbed the back of his head and looked to that broken door.

"Yeah, well, if you... if you need help with that just owl me, I guess." He couldn't bring himself to say 'your welcome' because he felt like the words coming out of his mouth would just sound.. snarky. He didn't want it to be that way, not now anyways.

"See you, then," with that he turned and lumbered on out of the shop, his head aching, though if it was from the hex he didn't know.

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