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Katie read over the piece of parchment before her, chewing on her lower lip. Her parents wanted her to come home for the weekend for a visit. They wanted her home the day after she was due to see Flint. Her lips curled at the thought of him. How she loathed him, despised him....and yet....no, no, the idea was ludicrous. Setting the note aside, she scrawled a quick reply back to her father and tied it to the great owl's leg, sending him off into the night before she climbed into bed.
Hours later, she glanced around her dorm room before getting out of bed to look out the window over the grounds. Her time was growing short. The stress was getting to her. Apart from this being her last year at Hogwarts, her familiar home for the last seven years, she had to deal with family secrets and conniving Slytherin jerks. She had hardly slept since that day back in Hogsmeade. She couldn't go on like this. But what choice did she have?
Katie froze, an idea burning in her mind. It could just work. But would the possible results be worth the moment of defiance? She thought on the idea for only a few moments before coming to a decision. Yes, she thought, it would be worth it. She was going to do it. With her shoulders held back, she walked back towards her bed and crawled beneath the blankets, her smile tinged with triumph as for the first time in days, she fell asleep.
Marcus sat in front of his fire, eyeing the time menacingly. Where was that stupid girl? He stood, pacing the floor anxiously. She had to show, it was his head if this failed. If she didn't show up, he was going straight to Hog....
And before he could finish the thought, Katie Bell appeared from the fire place, an oddly triumphant look on her face. He smirked, oh this was going to be good. He could already tell. Crossing his arms, he arched a brow, staring down at her with a frown. All traces of worry had vanished from his face before she had even been given a chance to analyze them.
"You're late Bell," he growled, leaning his face towards her, wanting to intimidate.
She only stared back at him calmly. "I made it didn't I? Isn't that all that matters?" She walked around him and seated herself comfortably on the sofa in the middle of the room, making herself right at home. Marcus was intrigued. The brow he had arched long ago had yet to relax.
"Well?" he barked, his intrigue did nothing for his patience. Katie merely smiled at him, her eyes blazing with victory.
"Nothing," she said sweetly, smoothing her robes casually.
Flint stared at her, his blood boiling. "Nothing?" he asked, stalking towards her. "What do you mean nothing?"
Katie shrugged lightly, "Exactly that, Flint, nothing. I have nothing to report that would be of any use to you." Despite the main calm tone in her voice, Marcus noted the triumphant under tone to it, and frowned darkly. Leaning over her, he caged her with his arms against the back of the sofa, each word he spoke next spoken with a deliberate bite.
"And just why is there nothing for you to report, Bell?"
Katie was enjoying this. For once, she felt like she had the upper hand again, and she intended to keep it. Leaning forward, her face was a breath away from his and she replied sweetly, "Because I overheard nothing but Quidditch talk all week, and despite house rivalries, I doubt you are still interested in Gryffindor game plans." And she had made sure that was all she had heard. She avoided everyone accept for when she had Quidditch practice, thus making it impossible for her to have overheard anything that the DeathEaters could use. She was rather proud of herself for thinking of the idea. Ducking under his arms, she moved to stand, brushing lint from her robes. "Now will that be all, Flint, or do you wish to growl at me some more?"
Marcus was absolutely livid, but gave no sign of it other than the slight twitch of the muscle in his jaw. Prowling towards her, he looked positively murderous. It was all in his eyes, the dark pools were alive with his anger, while the rest of his face lay emotionless. He grabbed Katie by her upper arm in a vice like grip, causing her victorious facade crack slightly.
"I will not be made a fool of in this Bell. You seem to think that this is some sort of game." His lips quirked in a smirk. "Let me assure you that it is anything but a game. This little bout of defiance can be overlooked only once. I am being lenient with you this time." He ran his knuckles along her cheek, enjoying watching her flinch from his touch.
"You're a smart witch, Bell, far smarter than I ever would have given you credit for, you being a Gryffindor and all. But be warned. I don't like games Bell, and I will not play them, not with you. Next time I want you to report, you had better have something to give me, or you will regret it."
Still gripping her arm, he walked her to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder, tossing it roughly into the fire. "Get out of here...and next time, be warned. I won't be so nice"
Katie read over the piece of parchment before her, chewing on her lower lip. Her parents wanted her to come home for the weekend for a visit. They wanted her home the day after she was due to see Flint. Her lips curled at the thought of him. How she loathed him, despised him....and yet....no, no, the idea was ludicrous. Setting the note aside, she scrawled a quick reply back to her father and tied it to the great owl's leg, sending him off into the night before she climbed into bed.
Hours later, she glanced around her dorm room before getting out of bed to look out the window over the grounds. Her time was growing short. The stress was getting to her. Apart from this being her last year at Hogwarts, her familiar home for the last seven years, she had to deal with family secrets and conniving Slytherin jerks. She had hardly slept since that day back in Hogsmeade. She couldn't go on like this. But what choice did she have?
Katie froze, an idea burning in her mind. It could just work. But would the possible results be worth the moment of defiance? She thought on the idea for only a few moments before coming to a decision. Yes, she thought, it would be worth it. She was going to do it. With her shoulders held back, she walked back towards her bed and crawled beneath the blankets, her smile tinged with triumph as for the first time in days, she fell asleep.
Marcus sat in front of his fire, eyeing the time menacingly. Where was that stupid girl? He stood, pacing the floor anxiously. She had to show, it was his head if this failed. If she didn't show up, he was going straight to Hog....
And before he could finish the thought, Katie Bell appeared from the fire place, an oddly triumphant look on her face. He smirked, oh this was going to be good. He could already tell. Crossing his arms, he arched a brow, staring down at her with a frown. All traces of worry had vanished from his face before she had even been given a chance to analyze them.
"You're late Bell," he growled, leaning his face towards her, wanting to intimidate.
She only stared back at him calmly. "I made it didn't I? Isn't that all that matters?" She walked around him and seated herself comfortably on the sofa in the middle of the room, making herself right at home. Marcus was intrigued. The brow he had arched long ago had yet to relax.
"Well?" he barked, his intrigue did nothing for his patience. Katie merely smiled at him, her eyes blazing with victory.
"Nothing," she said sweetly, smoothing her robes casually.
Flint stared at her, his blood boiling. "Nothing?" he asked, stalking towards her. "What do you mean nothing?"
Katie shrugged lightly, "Exactly that, Flint, nothing. I have nothing to report that would be of any use to you." Despite the main calm tone in her voice, Marcus noted the triumphant under tone to it, and frowned darkly. Leaning over her, he caged her with his arms against the back of the sofa, each word he spoke next spoken with a deliberate bite.
"And just why is there nothing for you to report, Bell?"
Katie was enjoying this. For once, she felt like she had the upper hand again, and she intended to keep it. Leaning forward, her face was a breath away from his and she replied sweetly, "Because I overheard nothing but Quidditch talk all week, and despite house rivalries, I doubt you are still interested in Gryffindor game plans." And she had made sure that was all she had heard. She avoided everyone accept for when she had Quidditch practice, thus making it impossible for her to have overheard anything that the DeathEaters could use. She was rather proud of herself for thinking of the idea. Ducking under his arms, she moved to stand, brushing lint from her robes. "Now will that be all, Flint, or do you wish to growl at me some more?"
Marcus was absolutely livid, but gave no sign of it other than the slight twitch of the muscle in his jaw. Prowling towards her, he looked positively murderous. It was all in his eyes, the dark pools were alive with his anger, while the rest of his face lay emotionless. He grabbed Katie by her upper arm in a vice like grip, causing her victorious facade crack slightly.
"I will not be made a fool of in this Bell. You seem to think that this is some sort of game." His lips quirked in a smirk. "Let me assure you that it is anything but a game. This little bout of defiance can be overlooked only once. I am being lenient with you this time." He ran his knuckles along her cheek, enjoying watching her flinch from his touch.
"You're a smart witch, Bell, far smarter than I ever would have given you credit for, you being a Gryffindor and all. But be warned. I don't like games Bell, and I will not play them, not with you. Next time I want you to report, you had better have something to give me, or you will regret it."
Still gripping her arm, he walked her to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder, tossing it roughly into the fire. "Get out of here...and next time, be warned. I won't be so nice"