Chapter Four: An Exchange of Words
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: This fanfiction is going to be different from my other stories. This begins during Chamber of Secrets and goes up until three years after the Dark War. So, pay attention the time, so you don't get confused. Some of the chapters are other Marcus Flint/Katie Bell stories, just with more changes and deleted scenes added.
Time: Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban
Genre: Romance, Drama, and Friendship
Rating: PG-13
Three Months Later: The Quidditch Final
Marcus waited in the tunnel with the rest of the team. He still didn't feel all that great, but he felt better than he did before. He hadn't wanted to play in this game, but his friends had talked him into it.
He looked down at his green and silver uniform. This would be the last time he was play in these colours. It was kind of depressing, but at least he would be out of this place.
Before the accident, the Falmouth Falcons had been scouting him and talking about recruiting him. Now, he didn't know what his future was in Quidditch. He sighed. Until now he hadn't thought about being a professional Quidditch player.
It was never a goal to become a professional Quidditch player. He wanted to study Magical Creatures. He was always a fan of animals. He owned four horses, two dogs, a rabbit, and a large saltwater fish tank. During the summer, he played on a local Quidditch team, but also did barrel horse racing and other types on horse shows. He was nationally ranked and had won many local and regional titles.
Still every time he fell of the horse, it still hurt...
He's a classically trained piano player. He began taking piano lessons at the age of four. At the age of five, he begged his parents to let him take guitar lessons along with his piano training. They agreed to it. He never openly said that he could play the piano, but didn't care if people knew that he played the guitar. It was a lot safer, but not as exciting.
He motioned for his team to follow him out of the tunnel. Now this was exhilarating. He was going to get to annoy Oliver Wood. Wood had no idea that he was back. The only Gryffindor who did was Katie. He actually got back Thursday evening after supper. He did go to classes yesterday, but had been with the Ravenclaws all day.
Oh, joy, joy, joy...
Actually, it was a happy occasion. Any day to annoy Wood was a happy day.
Yep, he was mean person.
Did he care?
Nope.
He watched Wood's stunned face as he lead his team across the pitch. He watched as the face went from stunned, to angry, to shocked, back to angry, and repeat. Marcus raised an eyebrow at him.
"Captains shake hands," Madam Pooch commanded once they reached the centre of the field.
Wood gripped Marcus's hand with all of his might. He was trying to break Marcus's fingers. Marcus didn't wince. He applied just as much pressure if not more.
"What are you doing here?" Wood said in undertone. He didn't want Madam Pooch to hear.
"Why, playing Quidditch," Marcus said. "What else would I be doing on the pitch?"
Wood glared at him.
"And beating you," Marcus hissed.
"You've got two injured players. Didn't Montague take a Bludger to the head last weekend? I know for a fact that you're not back one hundred percent. Pucey's out because of injury, so you've got a reserve. Hum, I think the tides are against you," Wood said with a smirk.
"I wasn't referring to that. I was referring to the fact, that I'm not the one who hurt Katie." With that, he released Wood's hand.
Okay, I was going to put the game in this chapter, but decided to leave it until the next one. I wanted to get a little of Marcus's and Wood's rivalry in here.