ONE
Marcus Flint walked into the Gryffindor locker rooms, a little hesitant, feeling like he shouldn't be in there; like the room would throw out any intruder from another house. But he'd been standing outside the door for five minutes, trying to decide if he should just wait for Oliver Wood to finish up or go ahead in, and the cold finally decided for him. He and Oliver had just finished a quick scrimmage on the pitch, and Oliver mentioned that he needed his Arithmancy notes back. Marcus, knowing he'd forget otherwise, made a quick run up to the castle to get them while Oliver showered. Marcus knew he could've just given them back in the Great Hall at dinner but a part of him wanted to be nice and walk back up with his mate, and he'd be lying if he said the other part didn't want to see Oliver naked.
