Counting Her Tears
Chapter 3
By Trauma Queen
A/N: Lady of Masbolle: Thank you so much! Glad you liked it!! Caitlin: Well, it was mostly you! Aww you think hes sexy, lol moi aussie! I'm sticking with my two review thing, but I won't be updating for a week, I have my class trip to go on. But to review!!
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Marcus affixed a small letter printed in his neat hand on dark green velum to his favorite owl. The owl he called Dominique had glossy black feathers, and was of medium size. His letter was short, and to the point. Just as everything Marcus did, except things of romantic nature, was.
Miss Bell, Quidditch dugout, today at three. If you will. Marcus Flint
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Katie was in her room, changing into her dark gray skirt and white top, when the owl tapped on her window. Half dressed, Katie pulled a sweater from Angelina's bed around her, and opened the window to let Dominique in.
After glancing at the letter, she sighed in relief. Marcus would see her again, after their last run-in a few days ago, she hadn't been too sure if anything would ever come of the kiss they shared.
After all, it was completely Slytherin nature to just run off and do something such as kiss a girl then just never do anything about it. Or so Katie thought. On those grounds, Katie hadn't bothered to tell anyone about it. Most likely Angelina, Fred, George, and most of all, her ex boyfriend Oliver would just flip out, and not talk to her. Or worse yet, hurt Marcus. Katie didn't want to let that happen, so she just didn't tell them.
Besides, if anything came of it, she would tell them. Not that anything would.
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At 2.45 pm, Katie was in the quidditch dugout, waiting for Marcus to arrive. Marcus was still in his room, and he planned to be there for another fifteen minutes, because he didn't want to seem eager. Katie wore her plain skirt, and white shirt, with a bright red sweater over it, because though it was no longer winter, it wasn't very warm out either.
After waiting a half hour, Katie decided he wasn't going to come, so she began to get up and leave her seat in the dugout. At that time, Marcus came strolling out, a smirk on his face, and the wind at his heels. "Leaving, were you?" He questioned, sitting down next to the space she had been sitting.
"I was going to, you're 15 minutes late." Katie glared.
"I suppose, then of course, you were, shall we say, 15 minutes early?"
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it doesn't. I just merely wanted to show you that your telling me I was late meant nothing."
"Why did you want me here?" Katie changed topics with ease from all the years of practice she had had of doing that very thing.
"Why did you come?" Marcus pulled the question back at her pointedly.
"I wanted to see you."
"There's your answer. Katie, tell me what is going on between you and Oliver."
"Nothing. We went out, and I broke up with him. He's as over protective as ever, but only when he is paying attention." Katie shrugged.
"So you were crying because you broke up with him?" Marcus asked, confused, but not really keen on showing it.
"Katie? What the hell are you doing out here with this bastard?" Oliver Wood said, coming on to the pitch with his broom in hand.
"Speak of the devil." Marcus smirked, and said this none to softly.
"What did you refer to me as, Flint?"
"A devil, but right about now, I think overbearing, over protective bastard is a little more fitting." Marcus smirked yet again.
"Katie come on, were leaving," Oliver wrenched her up from her seat.
"What the hell are you talking about, 'were leaving'. Leave Oliver, I'm staying." Katie said, pulling her arm back.
"Stay, but don't expect me to be around when you're hurt by Marcus Flint." Wood stalked off, spitting the last part on to the ground.
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Chapter 3
By Trauma Queen
A/N: Lady of Masbolle: Thank you so much! Glad you liked it!! Caitlin: Well, it was mostly you! Aww you think hes sexy, lol moi aussie! I'm sticking with my two review thing, but I won't be updating for a week, I have my class trip to go on. But to review!!
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Marcus affixed a small letter printed in his neat hand on dark green velum to his favorite owl. The owl he called Dominique had glossy black feathers, and was of medium size. His letter was short, and to the point. Just as everything Marcus did, except things of romantic nature, was.
Miss Bell, Quidditch dugout, today at three. If you will. Marcus Flint
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Katie was in her room, changing into her dark gray skirt and white top, when the owl tapped on her window. Half dressed, Katie pulled a sweater from Angelina's bed around her, and opened the window to let Dominique in.
After glancing at the letter, she sighed in relief. Marcus would see her again, after their last run-in a few days ago, she hadn't been too sure if anything would ever come of the kiss they shared.
After all, it was completely Slytherin nature to just run off and do something such as kiss a girl then just never do anything about it. Or so Katie thought. On those grounds, Katie hadn't bothered to tell anyone about it. Most likely Angelina, Fred, George, and most of all, her ex boyfriend Oliver would just flip out, and not talk to her. Or worse yet, hurt Marcus. Katie didn't want to let that happen, so she just didn't tell them.
Besides, if anything came of it, she would tell them. Not that anything would.
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At 2.45 pm, Katie was in the quidditch dugout, waiting for Marcus to arrive. Marcus was still in his room, and he planned to be there for another fifteen minutes, because he didn't want to seem eager. Katie wore her plain skirt, and white shirt, with a bright red sweater over it, because though it was no longer winter, it wasn't very warm out either.
After waiting a half hour, Katie decided he wasn't going to come, so she began to get up and leave her seat in the dugout. At that time, Marcus came strolling out, a smirk on his face, and the wind at his heels. "Leaving, were you?" He questioned, sitting down next to the space she had been sitting.
"I was going to, you're 15 minutes late." Katie glared.
"I suppose, then of course, you were, shall we say, 15 minutes early?"
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it doesn't. I just merely wanted to show you that your telling me I was late meant nothing."
"Why did you want me here?" Katie changed topics with ease from all the years of practice she had had of doing that very thing.
"Why did you come?" Marcus pulled the question back at her pointedly.
"I wanted to see you."
"There's your answer. Katie, tell me what is going on between you and Oliver."
"Nothing. We went out, and I broke up with him. He's as over protective as ever, but only when he is paying attention." Katie shrugged.
"So you were crying because you broke up with him?" Marcus asked, confused, but not really keen on showing it.
"Katie? What the hell are you doing out here with this bastard?" Oliver Wood said, coming on to the pitch with his broom in hand.
"Speak of the devil." Marcus smirked, and said this none to softly.
"What did you refer to me as, Flint?"
"A devil, but right about now, I think overbearing, over protective bastard is a little more fitting." Marcus smirked yet again.
"Katie come on, were leaving," Oliver wrenched her up from her seat.
"What the hell are you talking about, 'were leaving'. Leave Oliver, I'm staying." Katie said, pulling her arm back.
"Stay, but don't expect me to be around when you're hurt by Marcus Flint." Wood stalked off, spitting the last part on to the ground.
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