Hey there! Thanks again to those who gave this piece a chance! Just another quick note: In this, there will be mentions of homosexual relationships. Don't like it? Leave. Also, the wizarding people are aware of muggle culture and use the references in conversation and other stuff. They're not like 'Huh? Da fuck is that?' To those who have been wondering-Yes. Caligula Flint was inspired by the real Roman emperor Caligula...if you've read about him, I'm sure you'll understand. No, this OC is not nor ever has indulged in presumed incest. Enjoy chapter two! :)


Chapter Two-Surprise!

"Goddamn it! We almost had them last time! Seriously, we need to invest in Firebolts!" "Or at least another Seeker..." "I would ask Higgs to come back..but he likes being off the Pitch. It's more time for him to come with interesting roleplay ideas for the both of you, Pucey." Flint snickered as Adrian playfully pushed him. "Catholic schoolboy uniforms, anyone?" Warrington grinned as the Chaser smirked, trying to conceal a light blush as they headed out of Hogsmeade.

"So Flint, what you and the boyfriend have planned for this evening?" Graham queried as the boys stepped into one of the castle corridors. "Uh, probably a nice shag after dinner...I think he's wanting to try out a few things." "Terence must have gotten to him." "Probably." The towering Slytherin shrugged as he traipsed down the hall.

As they continued, Marcus couldn't help but feel something was different in the air, yet familiar. He gazed around him, hoping to catch what it was. Above Flint in a shadowed alcove, stood a figure peering down at him, his lips pulled back into a smile. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small bag with what appeared to be glass marbles.

"Like I said...the trick is to..ow!..the fuck was that?" Graham asked aloud, feeling a hard tap on his head, hearing light clattering on the stone floor. Lucian stooped down to pick it up. "What is it, Bole?" "Eh...looks like a .." he turned it around "...a glass...eyeball?" Another pinged Montague on the head. "Hey!" he whipped out his wand, directing it at no one. Marcus picked up this one. "It's not Tuesday..." "Flint, what does that have to do with the assault on my head?"

"Everything. It has everything to do with it.." "Uh...huh.." the third Chaser decided to let it go. His captain had a multitude of quirks, this being one of them. "Can we get to the dungeons now? I'm in need of a nap." Bletchley groaned, exhausted from the outing at Hogsmeade Village. "Sure..." Flint said as he searched about the corridor with icy blue eyes before turning around, walking away...unbeknownst to the amused giggling in the distance.


As the Snakes wandered closer to the dungeons, Marcus was rolling the glass eye in his hand 'It's been a while since I saw these, the last time I did was when..' he stopped, hearing a faint clip-clopping noise to his right. Flint watched as a shadow passed behind the corner. Veering off course, he poked his head around, only to drop his jaw in awe. "How did you get here? Did you wander off again?" "Flint...what are you gaping at this time?" Warrington peered over his mate's shoulder, seeing nothing. "Dude, the corridor is vacant."

"No it isn't. Remember Griffin? I told you about him..." The Beater nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, the thestral. Why is he here?" "I dunno...thestrals tend not to stay put." Marcus pointed it out, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world...and it was. He gazed at the withered quadruped as it sniffed the tapestries hanging along the wall. "Ok. So...you coming back with us or what?" "Yeah...I'm coming." he returned, taking one last look at the thestral. 'First the glass eyes...then Griffin. Could he be here? After all this time?'

''Praetorian." the portrait door swung open. They walked in, only to meet a loud bark "Heeeeyyy Marky!" "Jesus fucking-!" a startled Lucian fell backwards over a footstool. "Ha-ha!" the visitor pointed, jeering as the Beater scrambled to his feet. Thankfully, no one else was around to have witnessed that. Marcus's face lit up "Grandfather!" he rushed over to meet the elder Flint in a bearhug, each crushing the other. "How's my favorite grandson?"

"I'm great. It's good to see you! How are you?...what are you doing here?" Caligula grinned, digging through his bag. "Good ol' Dumbles needed my assistance. The wards are like Lord Goyle's willpower when it comes to food...full of holes and weak. So, I'm here to repair 'em. Also, I am going to take over the Defense classes 'til Lupin gets his hairy arse over here. Catch!" he tossed a small box to each of the Slytherins. "You know I never forget to bring gifts. Where's Terence?"

"He's currently at Hogsmeade, probably getting a bottle of melted chocolate for another of his and Adrian's escapades...ooh! More dragon teeth..." Marcus smiled as he clasped the necklace around his neck. Caligula snorted "Somebody's had a lot of time on their hands...though as to how that happened is unfortunate." he narrowed his equally icy blue eyes, remembering how exactly Terence was booted off the team.

"So, Caligula...when do you start?" Warrington asked as he fiddled with his new oriental medallion. "Eh, Monday. I begin terrorizing Monday. It won't take long to rebuild the wards. They'll be fresh by tomorrow morning. How's Nero?" "Oh, Grandfather's fine...still being the legendary arsehole he is. Of course...it runs in the family."


"Heh...oh yeah. That's true. Anyway, you guys go ahead and play with your toys, I...have a gray tabby to annoy." the elder Flint waved his wand, charmed himself invisible and traipsed out of the Slytherin common room. "Ohhh...McGonagall's gonna love that." Montague snickered, knowing that Caligula's former schoolmate doesn't take too kindly to him. "So, Flint...Grandad's finally back in town. Been forever since we last heard from him..." Adrian mused aloud, as they went inside their dorm.

"Well, you know him. In between bouncing from town to town, continent to continent..working and raising hell, he doesn't always get to see me." "How do you think the others are going to handle him?" "Oh, they're going to get a very rude awakening..." Marcus giggled, menacingly. 'I don't doubt that..' Bole mused as he watched his mate mimic his grandfather's exact expression.

That night in Dumbledore's office, a fuming deputy headmistress was screeching whilst the headmaster tried to drown it out, sucking on lemondrops. "Why, in Merlin's name...why?! Why him?! You know I cannot stand that obnoxious, insane mammoth of a man!" "Dear Minerva, he was free and perfect for the job. Yes, he is colorful and excitable...but he gets the work done." "There are plenty of warders to choose from!"

"Not like him. Caligula isn't a master warder for nothing. And plus, no creature nor convict will be able to get past him...you know as well as I of what that man is capable of. His grandson is here, and there is no way he'll allow his safety to become jeopardized. So, while he's at Hogwarts...I ask you not to kill him...well, you wouldn't succeed even if you tried..." "Don't remind me.."

"Aww...talking about someone while they're not in the room? That's not nice.." Minerva jumped, aiming her wand at no one. "Reveal yourself, you insufferable nimrod." Caligula appeared, reclining in the chair adjacent to Albus. He's used to this man popping up out of nowhere, regardless of the barriers, and uninvited. "Yes, you frigid cat. It is I. How lovely to see you. Still bumping holes with Pomona?" Minerva reddened "You're repulsive." "I'll take that as a 'no'..." "Ahem.." Dumbledore beckoned their attention.

"Have you begun repairing the wards?" "First, had to wrangle a dementor. Sheez...those things go rogue more often than not. I thought about putting this one in my house but that portrait of my mother-in-law does enough...sucking the happiness and the soul right out of you. Glad that bitch is dead...anyway, I set up a trap to capture any more while I work. They shall be up and running before dawn."

"Excellent. I trust you won't be collaborating with Peeves on his nightly rounds?" "I can't promise that.." Albus sighed "Indeed. Well, goodnight and the students will see you Monday." Flint trudged his way towards the door "Yep, and you may want to place that nude portrait of Gellert somewhere else. He's been eyeing Salazar a little too long and Godric's not too happy with that. Bye..." Minerva turned her head to a blushing Dumbledore, who tried hiding in his teacup. "Nude portrait of Grindelwald?" "I don't bother you about Pomona or over that compromising sketch of you two.." "Point taken.."


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