Bruises and Books
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5. Hey, You Know...
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Marcus was pacing in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady and had been for the past ten minutes. No Gryffindor had entered or left. That fact did not help to settle his frayed nerves. It was absolutely ridiculous that he was nervous; he had no reason at all to be nervous. None. Yet he continued to pace.
It would figure that the first Gryffindor to leave was Oliver Wood. What completely threw Marcus off was that Oliver acknowledged him.
"He's sitting up there," Oliver spat. "He's sitting up there and brooding."
Marcus stared at Oliver uncomprehendingly.
"Merlin! He won't stop thinking about you!" Oliver shouted.
Marcus furrowed his brow in disbelief.
"Just, just go up there!" Oliver opened the portrait hole for Marcus, who crawled through in a daze.
He found Percy staring out the window in the seventh year's dorm.
"Go away, Oliver," Percy grumbled.
When no one responded, Percy turned around. He was greeted with the sight of a sheepish Marcus.
Marcus brought a hand to the back of his neck. "Hey…"
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Here's a relatively long instalment for you guys. Much love to darkestNoir and Don't Panic.
Until next time.
