Counting Her Tears
Chapter 5: Discovering Marcus
By Trauma Queen
A/N: Finals are over, Wednesday is my last day of seventh grade. It just came so sooooon! Anyway, last chapter I asked for three reviews, and you know what, I got 6, double what I got over the other 3 chapters. I was honestly shocked! I love you guys so much. Anyway, this time I'll just keep my review number set at 3 before I update.
Marauder4eva: Thank you so much! Thanks, also, for adding my story to your faves, that's awesome!
Lexie: Thanks, hope you enjoy this chapter!
SkysTheLimit: I'm glad you think that that sounds like something Katie would do! Glad you have enjoyed the story thus far, I hope you like this part too!
Anonymoose: Thanks! Tell me about it! I love reading Marcus and Katie, and it seems like I have found just about all of them... Grr...
Caitlin: Really? So cool! Enjoy this part, okay?
Lady of Masbolle: Thank you soooo much! It feels really awesome to hear that, even if I can't agree ;)! Ahh Thanks again! :D
Sorry that was so long, I just like to thank all my reviewers, because it means a lot to me. I'll try to write a lot to compensate!
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"Marcus, hey!" Katie said, stepping into her usual study corner in the library only to find Marcus.
"Katie." Marcus nodded, not so happily, returning to his books.
"What wrong?" Katie asked, sitting next to him.
"Nothing, just a lot of stuffs going on. You must know the feeling, infamous library inhabitant, Katie Bell must know stress!" His humor never failed him, even under the pressure he was under now.
She gently slapped his arm, grinning. "Will you tell me?"
"Not here."
"Where?"
"Just wait a second..." Marcus stuffed all his books and quills and parchment into his bag, and slung the thick brown canvas over his shoulder. Hurriedly, it seemed, Marcus grabbed Katie's hand, and led her up to the seventh floor.
The Room of Requirement.
"Marcus, the man of mystery." Katie muttered, sitting just centimeters away from him on a small, intimate-feeling sofa. "So what's bothering you?"
"Life in general."
"Way to be specific, darling." Sarcasm filled Katie's sweet voice.
"Well...Merlin I shouldn't be telling you this..."
"Fuck Merlin, what is going on?" Katie was not known for her patience.
"Myfatherwantsmetobecomeadeatheater." Marcus rushed his usually calm, taunting words for once.
All Katie caught was 'Death Eater'. That couldn't be good.
"What the hell are you talking about, you a Death Eater? I'm not sure that I understand. I thought you were different..."
"Katie, don't jump to conclusions, MY FATHER wants me to be a Death Eater, I don't want to be one. But to refuse my father would..." Marcus turned his head away. These were the exact reasons he shouldn't have told: Katie wouldn't understand, and he himself couldn't quite wrap his head around any possible consequences yet.
"Would be what?" Katie's voice was suddenly calm and soft. Her slim fingers found their way to his.
"Bring shame to the family." Marcus started slowly, carefully selecting his words before he uttered them. "But to join would be to put my self where I swore I wouldn't go. I have to send my owl with my decision tonight. He promised that he wouldn't pressure me after I choose, it's just hard."
"I'll help you write the letter. Whichever way you choose, but you know nothing will ever go on between us if you choose one of your options. I'm sorry for that, really I am. It just wouldn't—"
Marcus stopped her, "You know what I'm choosing."
Katie shut her eyes. How he could decide this. How he could abandon his family. How he did it effortlessly it seemed. Amazed her. She hugged him, smiling. Marcus' lips met her cheek, and he too smiled.
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The letter was written as follows. Too formally, it seemed, for Marcus' tastes. But he was shaming his family, and leaving them as well, so there was hardly a choice this time, in his mind.
Dear Mister Flint,
I refuse to join you as a Death Eater. I suppose this is the last you'll hear from me. Thank you. For everything you have done to put my through Hogwarts and start my life off well. Please send my final regards to Mrs. Flint, as I will no longer be in contact with her either.
Sincerely, Marcus A. Flint
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"Its mostly a lie." Marcus whispered. "Everything except the refusal, and my name is a lie."
"Why? They didn't give you a good life?" Katie asked, looking deep into his hazy gray eyes.
"No, fathers thoughts were only on Death Eater work, he often hit me... Hard... When I was being what he called 'insolent' or 'horrible'." Katie gasped at this, and squeezed his hand tighter. "Mother just sort of ignored me, and kicked me and punched me when her day prescribed it. Doesn't mater now. That was just a formal, 'I suppose I will no longer think of what you've done.'"
Katie was at a loss, his parents sounded exactly like hers. She didn't know what she should say.
She didn't know what she could say.
Marcus took her silence as ignorance. His sharp tongue got the better of him, "You wouldn't know. Perfect Katie Bell's parents probably never hurt her once." He smirked, hatefully.
"Marcus stop. My parents did the same things to me. I just didn't know what to say to that."
"I'm sorry." Marcus' head hung. Katie was the first girl who actually made him regret his harsh words.
"Don't be." Katie began to get up. Then returned to her seat. "Who else knows?"
"No one."
"Just me?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, you trust me that much."
"You trust me as well, Katie, don't get to full of yourself." Marcus laughed. Katie smiled; being around Marcus was just like an emotional broom ride, happy, then sad, then proud...
Katie kissed his cheek, not wanting to let her feelings make another loop, "I hope I helped you a bit."
"You did, thanks."
It was awkward.
Then Marcus took her in his arms, and as he had on the first night they really talked, carried her back to the Fat Lady portrait.
Only this time, no Oliver met her.
All the better, Marcus thought, as his lips met hers.
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Hope you liked this! Remember 3 reviews! Thanks for reading this!
Love, Emily
Chapter 5: Discovering Marcus
By Trauma Queen
A/N: Finals are over, Wednesday is my last day of seventh grade. It just came so sooooon! Anyway, last chapter I asked for three reviews, and you know what, I got 6, double what I got over the other 3 chapters. I was honestly shocked! I love you guys so much. Anyway, this time I'll just keep my review number set at 3 before I update.
Marauder4eva: Thank you so much! Thanks, also, for adding my story to your faves, that's awesome!
Lexie: Thanks, hope you enjoy this chapter!
SkysTheLimit: I'm glad you think that that sounds like something Katie would do! Glad you have enjoyed the story thus far, I hope you like this part too!
Anonymoose: Thanks! Tell me about it! I love reading Marcus and Katie, and it seems like I have found just about all of them... Grr...
Caitlin: Really? So cool! Enjoy this part, okay?
Lady of Masbolle: Thank you soooo much! It feels really awesome to hear that, even if I can't agree ;)! Ahh Thanks again! :D
Sorry that was so long, I just like to thank all my reviewers, because it means a lot to me. I'll try to write a lot to compensate!
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"Marcus, hey!" Katie said, stepping into her usual study corner in the library only to find Marcus.
"Katie." Marcus nodded, not so happily, returning to his books.
"What wrong?" Katie asked, sitting next to him.
"Nothing, just a lot of stuffs going on. You must know the feeling, infamous library inhabitant, Katie Bell must know stress!" His humor never failed him, even under the pressure he was under now.
She gently slapped his arm, grinning. "Will you tell me?"
"Not here."
"Where?"
"Just wait a second..." Marcus stuffed all his books and quills and parchment into his bag, and slung the thick brown canvas over his shoulder. Hurriedly, it seemed, Marcus grabbed Katie's hand, and led her up to the seventh floor.
The Room of Requirement.
"Marcus, the man of mystery." Katie muttered, sitting just centimeters away from him on a small, intimate-feeling sofa. "So what's bothering you?"
"Life in general."
"Way to be specific, darling." Sarcasm filled Katie's sweet voice.
"Well...Merlin I shouldn't be telling you this..."
"Fuck Merlin, what is going on?" Katie was not known for her patience.
"Myfatherwantsmetobecomeadeatheater." Marcus rushed his usually calm, taunting words for once.
All Katie caught was 'Death Eater'. That couldn't be good.
"What the hell are you talking about, you a Death Eater? I'm not sure that I understand. I thought you were different..."
"Katie, don't jump to conclusions, MY FATHER wants me to be a Death Eater, I don't want to be one. But to refuse my father would..." Marcus turned his head away. These were the exact reasons he shouldn't have told: Katie wouldn't understand, and he himself couldn't quite wrap his head around any possible consequences yet.
"Would be what?" Katie's voice was suddenly calm and soft. Her slim fingers found their way to his.
"Bring shame to the family." Marcus started slowly, carefully selecting his words before he uttered them. "But to join would be to put my self where I swore I wouldn't go. I have to send my owl with my decision tonight. He promised that he wouldn't pressure me after I choose, it's just hard."
"I'll help you write the letter. Whichever way you choose, but you know nothing will ever go on between us if you choose one of your options. I'm sorry for that, really I am. It just wouldn't—"
Marcus stopped her, "You know what I'm choosing."
Katie shut her eyes. How he could decide this. How he could abandon his family. How he did it effortlessly it seemed. Amazed her. She hugged him, smiling. Marcus' lips met her cheek, and he too smiled.
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The letter was written as follows. Too formally, it seemed, for Marcus' tastes. But he was shaming his family, and leaving them as well, so there was hardly a choice this time, in his mind.
Dear Mister Flint,
I refuse to join you as a Death Eater. I suppose this is the last you'll hear from me. Thank you. For everything you have done to put my through Hogwarts and start my life off well. Please send my final regards to Mrs. Flint, as I will no longer be in contact with her either.
Sincerely, Marcus A. Flint
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"Its mostly a lie." Marcus whispered. "Everything except the refusal, and my name is a lie."
"Why? They didn't give you a good life?" Katie asked, looking deep into his hazy gray eyes.
"No, fathers thoughts were only on Death Eater work, he often hit me... Hard... When I was being what he called 'insolent' or 'horrible'." Katie gasped at this, and squeezed his hand tighter. "Mother just sort of ignored me, and kicked me and punched me when her day prescribed it. Doesn't mater now. That was just a formal, 'I suppose I will no longer think of what you've done.'"
Katie was at a loss, his parents sounded exactly like hers. She didn't know what she should say.
She didn't know what she could say.
Marcus took her silence as ignorance. His sharp tongue got the better of him, "You wouldn't know. Perfect Katie Bell's parents probably never hurt her once." He smirked, hatefully.
"Marcus stop. My parents did the same things to me. I just didn't know what to say to that."
"I'm sorry." Marcus' head hung. Katie was the first girl who actually made him regret his harsh words.
"Don't be." Katie began to get up. Then returned to her seat. "Who else knows?"
"No one."
"Just me?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, you trust me that much."
"You trust me as well, Katie, don't get to full of yourself." Marcus laughed. Katie smiled; being around Marcus was just like an emotional broom ride, happy, then sad, then proud...
Katie kissed his cheek, not wanting to let her feelings make another loop, "I hope I helped you a bit."
"You did, thanks."
It was awkward.
Then Marcus took her in his arms, and as he had on the first night they really talked, carried her back to the Fat Lady portrait.
Only this time, no Oliver met her.
All the better, Marcus thought, as his lips met hers.
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Hope you liked this! Remember 3 reviews! Thanks for reading this!
Love, Emily