Marcus Flint, big, bad Slytherin and Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team in his 6th year and in an evil mood because of loosing to the Gryffindors for the first time in years. Having taken the loss out on his team he headed back to the school, his broom and robes in his locker in the changing rooms, both of them thrown in there with one angry move.
Walking down the usual hallways and corridors towards his Common Room he turned and corner and was suddenly faced with a girl, a small Huffelpuff.
She was just standing there, sure he was used to people fearing him but this was ridiculous, she was rooted to the spot.
Bending over her, rather, towering over her he hissed.
"Move!"
With a shriek that fitted more to a rat, she turned pale as a ghost before he lost his patience and shoved her to the side, storming past her ignoring the bump as she hit the wall and the thud as she dropped her books, he smiled to himself, this did make the day a bit better though… it could probably get better.
Stopping he smirked his cold and cruel smirk before turning and watching the girl pick up her books. In a few strides he was standing next to her, enjoying the utter terror on her face as her eyes moved from his mudded boots, over the front of his school robes to his chest before meeting his stone cold eyes. She had the warmest brown eyes and honey coloured hair which fell slightly into her eyes, lightly pink lips and a chin which quivered at present time.
"What's your name?"
His low voice almost purred as the corner of his lip curled into an almost unnoticeable smirk. Watching her nervously lick and bite her lower lip but not waiting further for an answer he took a deep breath though his nose, his temper luring underneath.
"I said: What is your name?"
"Amanda!" She said gasping, taking a step back as he was uncomfortably near, swallowing hard she cleared her throat and looked over her shoulder for the shortest time, noticing what he too had noticed. They were alone. As she looked towards him again she saw he had moved close again. She was rather short, if she looked straight ahead she would look directly into his chest. He had placed himself so close that she had to crane her neck to look him in the face.
"Hmm…" He ran a finger down her cheek, noticing how dirty it was compared to her golden skin but also noticing how she shivered by his touch. He guessed that it was fear and intimidation causing this shiver and he enjoyed it in full.
"How would you like to see how a Slytherin Captain lives?"
He knew it was cheeky and provoking but this was, after all, who he was. Watching as the question sank in and her eyes widened, cheeks now flushed and mouth slightly open in disbelieve.
"Well, I've never-"
Taking a deep breath she blinked furiously before bending down and starting to pick up the dropped books again, hands shaking with what now seemed to be rage.
"No – I bet…"
He chuckled to himself as she raised herself to face him, pointing a slender finger at him.
"You are a …a… a foul creature Mister Flint!" As he got the insult and frowned at it she was back to picking her books up, reaching for the last one as he placed a foot on it, bending over and grabbing her by the collar, raising her to his face, eyes hard again and not a smile in sight.
"You should be a bit more careful who you insult little lady!" He sneered, watching her look up and down the corridor. Embedding his hand in her hair he made a fist, forcing her to look at him.
"No, there's no one around, we're all alone… and a pretty little thing, such as yourself, should be careful. Bad things could happen to you!"
Noticing how her breathing had exploded he moved his face closer to hers, feeling her hot breath on his lips as he brushed them lightly against her. Not even noticing how he had closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling more, he snapped them open as she let out a painful whimper. Taking a step back he released her and watching as she dropped to the floor. She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes and shaking violently she clutched her robe closer around her with one hand while the other one tried to loosen the tie he had tightened in the process of lifting her off the floor by her collar.
Looking down at her he shook his head lightly before scoffing and walking away, towards the Common Room, if he recalled correctly, he had a bottle of Firewhiskey hidden under his bed.
