Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own Septimus Heap.
Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry i have'nt written much in a while, I've been busy, I had the start of school, a lot of homework, my cousin's wedding in NYC and a bunch of other stuff. Her's chapter 7. Hope you like it.
Marcellus followed Septimus inside and knelt beside Marcia.
"So, what happened?" Marcellus asked kindly.
"I think I sprained my ankle." Marcia said, wincing in pain as Marcellus carefully examined her ankle. "You're right, it's sprained." Marcellus sighed as he helped Marcia stand up and led her over to the stairs.
In Marcia's 21st floor living room, Marcia sat on the sofa as Marcellus used his extensive knowledge of Physik to mend Marcia's ankle.
"Thank you, Marcellus, I seem to be quite accident prone as of late." Marcia said, blushing.
"It seems to make my services of use to you." Marcellus smirked. In a "lost in each other's eyes" kind of moment, Septimus slipped away to go see Jenna.
"Are you serious?" Jenna whispered. "Yes, can you believe it?" Septimus replied "I say that we follow them around tomorrow and…" Septimus cut her off "Not just yet, give them a little more time." "Okay." Jenna agreed.
A few days passed and Marcellus' time limit expired with no recognition whatsoever (much to the relief of Septimus and Jenna) Marcellus and Marcia had gone out for the afternoon, and that was the perfect time to put Jenna's plan into action. Trailing closely behind Marcia and Marcellus, Septimus and Jenna watched from behind bushes, crates, and trees and anything large enough to hide two medium sized snoops. Marcia and Marcellus did a score of completely random things that ranged from businessy to romantic. Marcia stopped at the Manuscriptorium, then, they got ice cream together. Finally at the end of the day, they were standing at the doorway to Marcellus' house, their faces were inches away, before either one knew what was happening, they were kissing. Septimus and Jenna saw the entire thing from behind a nearby bush. "YES! The set-up worked!" Septimus said much, MUCH louder than he ever meant to. Jenna had tried desperately to quiet him but it was too late. The tall figure of Marcia was already looming over them. "What do you mean set-up?" Marcia asked icily
