All rights and privileges to Harry Potter are copyrighted trademarks and property of J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and all peoples associated. The characters of these fictions are used WITHOUT permission for the entertainment purposes only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit. As if anyone would actually pay money for this thoughtless drivel. And even if they like it, it's right here and money is not required. So there! Bottom line: I don't own them I just like to play God with them. Like an ant walking back and forth across my feet for what seems like miles upon miles. Or a bug with a magnifying glass as it slowly burns into nothingness. Ahem Yes, I don't own them. Never have. Never will. Sigh
A/N: 30 Kisses Challenge. For the month of April I will be updating this 30 Kisses Challenge: one a day. Aren't I clever? Instead of working on things I should I have worked on like polishing off the last chapter of Riptide, I've been working on this. There will be thirty chapters and they will be in chronological order because I'm anal like that. I'm rather proud of myself for not going in both numerical and chronological order. The only out of order chapter will be the last one. You'll see what I mean. This does not parallel Superstars or What I Might Need. I couldn't come up with a creative title, so I used the name of the 'ship. I'm gonna do all of them in one big post, not thirty little ones, cuz that seems excessive to me. I am using the livejournal challenge, but as I do not have a public livejournal, I will not be signing up and such.
This first little fic is for those who have seen the movie Perfect Blue. It's a really fucked up movie, for those who haven't seen it.
Bruises and Books
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15. Perfect Blue
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Marcus studied his reflection in the mirror. The mirror and he agreed that he was not a looker. But that didn't matter: Marcus didn't care what he looked like. All he cared about was playing quidditch. And possibly the Dark Arts… but mostly playing quidditch.
Another boy chose the moment the mirror was yelling at Marcus to enter the loo on the Hogwarts Express.
"Excuse me, who are you?" the boy asked.
"No one to be messed with," Marcus growled in return.
"I'm Percy." Percy refused to give his family name. Marcus would find out soon enough, if he didn't know already by the red hair. "You should listen to the mirror."
Marcus didn't know if he should wait for the train to stop or not before he hit Percy. Marcus eventually decided that he wasn't patient enough to wait until they arrived.
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The next chapter will be up tomorrow.