The House Competition
Round 3
Drabble
Ravenclaw, DADA
(Character) Marcus Flint
WC: 537
The Golden Snitch
You want me to take care of what?
(Character) Marcus Flint
Unlikely Partners
Life wasn't easy for Marcus. His family name didn't hold the same chic as it used to. The family had lost all fortune after the war and he now worked the land he used to own. He had never been considered physically attractive and due to his questionable paternity, not even the traditionalist among the purebloods wanted anything to do with him.
He was sleeping in the very shed his tools were stored at, while the main house sat empty. The estate had been bought by an investment group from overseas, and he was now employed to tend to the land and gardens. They wanted to turn it into a retreat for wealthy witches and wizards from abroad.
He was miserable and lonely. Even children couldn't stop making fun of him. He couldn't keep living like that, he needed support or an ally.
It was five minutes after closing when he arrived at the animal shelter. The door was already locked but that couldn't keep a wizard out. He walked right inside. The staff were busy cleaning and looked confused by his arrival.
"I want a pitbull," Marcus announced nonchalantly.
The staff members exchanged a glance.
"We're already closed," one of them announced.
Another staff member took pity on him and took him to the kennels. All that was left to do for Marcus was to pick a dog and be out of here. He wanted a big strong male that would intimidate anyone who would do as little as look at him the wrong way.
There was loud barking and several of the dogs jumped up high against the fence. They even passed a couple of pitbulls and the staff told him everything about those great animals, but for some reason he wasn't sold. And then he stopped.
Marcus was standing in front of a tiny Yorkshire Terrier. The animal was more fur than body and the hairs on the top of the head were tied together with a pink bow sitting on top. He looked at the terrier and the terrier looked at him. He couldn't explain it, but they just connected. He just knew that this little something had to get home with him.
He filled out the necessary paperwork in a haze. It was like the tiny animal had put him under some sort of spell. He couldn't wait to get home with his new partner.
Sitting on his bed, he looked at the tiny dog. What had he done? Who was he going to intimidate with a dog like that? The dog leaned against his thigh and he petted the long fur.
Suddenly the animal looked alert. With one big jump it landed on the ground and started chasing after something. All Marcus could hear was loud squeaking noises. He wasn't sure about what was going on. Was he supposed to do something?
Marcus lit the candle. It wasn't enough to illuminate the entire floor of the small shed. He was still trying to figure out what the commotion was all about when it stopped.
The little dog was shaking its head violently, killing the rat in its mouth. The tiny dog wasn't useless afterall.