Chapter Thirty-Seven: Silence
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The underlined portions are taken directly from the novel; I do not own those parts. They 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 the Order of the Phoenix
Genre: Romance, Drama, and Friendship
Rating: PG-13
So, this was supposed to be part of the last chapter. I had it typed on a separate Word Document and forget to upload it...
Damon sat at the bar next to Marcus. Neither of them was in a chatty mood. It did not bother him to sit in silence. He took a drink. It was not unusual for either of them to be quite. He swallowed and felt his throat burn. He did not know why he did this. He really did not like it. He was not sure if Marcus even liked it.
But Marcus could somewhat hold his liquor, unlike Damon.
Marcus glanced over at Damon. He wondered if Damon was like him and not feeling it. Going to the club used to be fun, but now if had lost its' appeal. He may be growing up and coming to realize what really mattered. Partying was just something that did not matter to him anymore.
Damon shoved his drink back and looked at Marcus's barely touched drink. Marcus must not had been in a drinking mood either. Both of them were just out of it. They were just not in touch with what they used to be. It must be a sign.
Things were changing and it was not always in a good way. People were keeping secrets from those they loved. New lines were being drawn. The storm was almost on them and soon all hell was going to break lose. The good times should be enjoyed while they can be. They should hold on to what they could while they could. Things were going to change.
It was not about right or wrong, it was about power. These were not the times to have someone holding power over you. If someone held power over you, they could pull the plug at anytime and your entire world could come crashing down on you. You needed to be in charge of yourself. You needed to have control.
Marcus looked at Damon and broke the silence. "Let us get out of here," he said.
Damon picks his jacket off the back of the chair and pulls it on. "I was hoping you would say that."
Marcus threw some coins on the table and followed his friend out the door as they closed a chapter in their lives.