Disclaimer: I do not own Marcus or Katie or Adrian. They belong to J.K. Rowling along with anything else Hogwarts related. The plot is mine.
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Marcus walked across the snow covered grounds to the Quidditch pitch. He stood there, just looking out across the abandoned, snowy pitch. School had let out the previous day and there was few people left. He could have gone home for break, but he didn't want to face his dad.
He thought about how his parents would kill him for his grades, but he didn't have time for homework. He was already struggling to fit basketball into his Quidditch schedule. Now that school had let out for break, he was struggling with longer practices for basketball, but he still had Quidditch practices to go to. It was impossible.
He sighed and looked at the time on his phone. Crap. He had twenty minutes until practice started. He sighed and jogged back up to the school. He listened for sounds of teachers as he jogged towards the common room.
"Mr. Flint!" Filch growled from behind him. "Do you know how long I spent scrubbing these floors from Ravenclaw's practice? I outta make you clean them!"
"Sorry, Filch, but I have to go," Marcus said, trying to back away.
"I don't care if you have a hot date! You're scrubbing these-" Madame Prince cut him off.
"Argus, Peeves is ruining my library," she said, out of breath. Marcus saw his chance and ran to the common room before Filch could stop him.
"Flint!" Coach Randolf shouted for the tenth time. Marcus groaned and grabbed the ball before it could roll down the court. "How many times do I have to tell you not to block?"
"You always tell us to block," Adrian said from beside Marcus.
"Not when you have the ball! You don't block as you try to shoot!" he shouted. Marcus cringed and shot the ball behind his back and listened as it swished through the hoop.
"You have to block them from getting the ball," Marcus said coolly.
"I don't…just go run your laps," Randolf said, shaking his head. Marcus shook his head and cursed silently at his uncle.
Joel Sander jogged up beside Marcus.
"Don't you think it's stupid to have practice over break? I mean, it's our free time," he complained. Because of Joel's mouth, he was often in trouble.
"Then you shouldn't have signed up," Marcus said, pushing the door open to the snow covered grounds. The cold hit him hard, especially in shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He shivered, but kept going. He had to.
MF What are you up to?
KB Not much, have a cold. You?
MF Sucks for you. Had to run laps in practice.
KB Why?
MF Same stupid stuff (Shrug)
KB (Shrug?) What's that supposed to be?
MF Isn't that what those Muggles you love do?
KB I don't think so.
MF Nite, Bell.
KB Love yah!
MF Right back at you, Katie.
MF Love you and good night.
Katie Bell has signed off. Marcus Flint has logged off.
Marcus shut his computer down before heading to bed. Things were alright that cold, December night. Just alright.