Look at her. What a magnificent creature. Marcus Flint was watching
Jen from the shadows of his favorite brooding corner. She was standing
there talking to a couple of her girlfriends. A Latino girl with long hair,
and the girl who grew up in America with the short red hair. Though the
other two were both quite attractive, Marcus could not take his eyes off
Jen. He loved everything about her. He had watched her so often that he had
her features well memorized. That buttery golden blonde color of her hair,
the hair that fell just a few inches below her shoulders. Her wide grey-
blue eyes, and the way they sparkled when she smiled. And that smile. Wide,
warm and glowing, showing off pearly white teeth framed by beautiful lips.
He loved her dimples, and the way her nose crinkled up when she giggled. He
loved the way she chewed on her pinky nail when she got nervous. He loved
her body. Standing at around 5'3, she couldn't have been more than 120
pounds, and had the trim figure of a dancer, with a light hint of a golden
tan. And she wasn't even aware that he watched her so often. She had no
clue of how in love with her he was. But he knew. And someday, that perfect
specimen would be his, he would see to that.
Jen looked up to see Marcus approaching her. Maggie started to say something smart, but Jen pinched her arm to prevent it.
"Hello, Jen. May I have a word, please?" He asked sweetly.
"Um, sure, Marcus." Jen said with a hint uncertainty. "I'll catch up to you guys later, ok?" she said, and her friends nodded before walking off.
"Since when is any Slytherin so nice, especially Flint?" Ramey hissed under her breath at Maggie, as the two headed toward Ravenclaw's tower. Marcus led Jen over to the side of the hallway.
"Well, the ball is coming up, as you probably know, and, I was just wondering if you might accompany me." He said as soon as her friends were out of earshot. Jen was stunned, and her eyebrows shot up as she pressed her lips together. She quickly recovered, and tried to let him down as easily as possible, he was making her quite nervous.
"Oh, Marcus, I'm sorry but I am already going someone." She said humanely. Marcus narrowed his eyebrows.
"I see. Who?" His voice was colder now.
"Ah, Oliver." She answered awkwardly. Marcus' scowl deepened.
"Right. Well then. Bye, Jen." He said, and stalked off moodily.
Wood. Wood had gotten the girl? Not for long. Marcus had to think of something, something to get her to be his. Wood didn't deserve Jen, He did, Damnit! And how dare she turn him down, the tramp! Jen would be the best arm ornament in the school, and Marcus Flint always got the best, by any means possible.
Jen shuddered at Marcus' sudden change in attitude, and walked rapidly up the stairs to rejoin her friends. But on the way she ran into..Oliver.
"Oh, h-hello, Jen. I had hoped I should run into you before tomorrow." He said u with a lop-sided grin.
"Yes. Yes, what do I need to know before the ball?" Jen asked, relieved.
"Well, I'm sure you don't need any advice on getting ready, Meet me at Seven O'clock, at the bottom of the staircase?"
"That sounds wonderful. I'll see you then, alright?" When he didn't answer promptly she raised her eyebrows expectantly. Oliver recovered.
"Oh, right..yeah, see you, then." Smiling and shaking her head, Jen continued up the stairs, and finally entered the Ravenclaw common room.
"What took you so long?" Maggie asked immediately. "What did Marcus have to say?"
"He wanted to ask me to the ball," there was a snort of disapproval from Maggie before Jen continued, "but I told him I was already going."
"It took him that long to ask you to the ball?" Ramey said with repugnance.
"No, of course not! I uh, saw Oliver on the way up as well." Jen said, blushing slightly. The following ooo's and ahh's escalated into a trying banter of teasing that lasted for the next couple of hours.
Meanwhile, Marcus stalked around his dormitory, plotting a way to steal Jen from Wood and make her his. Manipulation being his best asset at the moment, he formulated a plan. It was too late to take effect before the ball. Damn it. He would still have to suffer through that beyond the pale ordeal. But if he had at least determined a plan, he would have that to turn over in his mind. Just knowing he would make them soon pay would be enough to get him through it. He was Marcus fucking Flint. And he would have his reward.
Jen looked up to see Marcus approaching her. Maggie started to say something smart, but Jen pinched her arm to prevent it.
"Hello, Jen. May I have a word, please?" He asked sweetly.
"Um, sure, Marcus." Jen said with a hint uncertainty. "I'll catch up to you guys later, ok?" she said, and her friends nodded before walking off.
"Since when is any Slytherin so nice, especially Flint?" Ramey hissed under her breath at Maggie, as the two headed toward Ravenclaw's tower. Marcus led Jen over to the side of the hallway.
"Well, the ball is coming up, as you probably know, and, I was just wondering if you might accompany me." He said as soon as her friends were out of earshot. Jen was stunned, and her eyebrows shot up as she pressed her lips together. She quickly recovered, and tried to let him down as easily as possible, he was making her quite nervous.
"Oh, Marcus, I'm sorry but I am already going someone." She said humanely. Marcus narrowed his eyebrows.
"I see. Who?" His voice was colder now.
"Ah, Oliver." She answered awkwardly. Marcus' scowl deepened.
"Right. Well then. Bye, Jen." He said, and stalked off moodily.
Wood. Wood had gotten the girl? Not for long. Marcus had to think of something, something to get her to be his. Wood didn't deserve Jen, He did, Damnit! And how dare she turn him down, the tramp! Jen would be the best arm ornament in the school, and Marcus Flint always got the best, by any means possible.
Jen shuddered at Marcus' sudden change in attitude, and walked rapidly up the stairs to rejoin her friends. But on the way she ran into..Oliver.
"Oh, h-hello, Jen. I had hoped I should run into you before tomorrow." He said u with a lop-sided grin.
"Yes. Yes, what do I need to know before the ball?" Jen asked, relieved.
"Well, I'm sure you don't need any advice on getting ready, Meet me at Seven O'clock, at the bottom of the staircase?"
"That sounds wonderful. I'll see you then, alright?" When he didn't answer promptly she raised her eyebrows expectantly. Oliver recovered.
"Oh, right..yeah, see you, then." Smiling and shaking her head, Jen continued up the stairs, and finally entered the Ravenclaw common room.
"What took you so long?" Maggie asked immediately. "What did Marcus have to say?"
"He wanted to ask me to the ball," there was a snort of disapproval from Maggie before Jen continued, "but I told him I was already going."
"It took him that long to ask you to the ball?" Ramey said with repugnance.
"No, of course not! I uh, saw Oliver on the way up as well." Jen said, blushing slightly. The following ooo's and ahh's escalated into a trying banter of teasing that lasted for the next couple of hours.
Meanwhile, Marcus stalked around his dormitory, plotting a way to steal Jen from Wood and make her his. Manipulation being his best asset at the moment, he formulated a plan. It was too late to take effect before the ball. Damn it. He would still have to suffer through that beyond the pale ordeal. But if he had at least determined a plan, he would have that to turn over in his mind. Just knowing he would make them soon pay would be enough to get him through it. He was Marcus fucking Flint. And he would have his reward.