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empty journal (fameandglory) wrote in wished,

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'.."