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empty journal (fameandglory) wrote in wished,

He wasn't the type of guy to worry himself into pacing because Marcus wasn't the type of guy to worry. He had no problems, virtually, or hadn't had many until more recently in any case. Even those problems hadn't really been problems until recent either, when certain things had been brought to his attention. Mostly it was concerning his career and how thin the ice was that he skated on.

His vision was still going to shit, his body wasn't reacting properly to healing spells and potions when he broke bones and his foul temper and sportsmanship made it difficult for him to be wanted by his own team, let alone any other team. Namely the English team for the World Cup. Now that left a bitter taste in his mouth to be told he shouldn't bother trying out.

It was all of that and the encounter with Susan Bones that had finally caused him to snap in the strangest way. He had to be going crazy but fuck, Marcus couldn't rely on his fucking Quidditch career forever and his attitude only served to isolate him more than he realized. Not that he could suddenly turn into someone new but he was going to give it a shot. Sort of. Somewhat.

He had to start somewhere.

The very thought of starting with Alicia Spinnet almost made him sick. It wasn't that she ugly or anything and she did have talent on the pitch but.. it was Alicia fucking Spinnet and his damned audacity had secured him some sort of weird date, outing .. thing with her.

He paced his flat back and forth over and over again and kept pausing before a long mirror every so often to check his appearance. His attire was simple: a white button up shirt with crisp, rolled up sleeves, black slacks and a nice pin-stripe vest. He looked like a million galleons in his opinion but his thoughts kept drifting to what Spinnet might think.

As if it mattered.

Eventually he realized he was running somewhat late and with one last glance cast at his reflection he apparated himself to a safe spot near the place they were going to meet. His long strides carried him from an alley to just behind where Spinnet stood. His mouth upturned into a grin as he looked her up and down. Definitely not ugly. Merlin...

"You look a mite nervous, Spinnet. Thinkin' I wasn't going to show?"