Disclaimer: Don't own, never will, don't sue. And part of the idea for the story belongs to Property of Marcus Flint.
Author's Note: HA! You thought I was gone for good! You were wrong! I am back and my long outbreak of writer's block has been cured. Sadly, the doctor's that cured my writer's block couldn't make me a better writer, so you'll just have to bear with me. Or, if bad writing bothers you that much, just don't read.
Chapter 3
Marcus was late to class, but he didn't feel like rushing. He took his time and slowly walked to Child Development class. Why did he have to take the stupid class anyway? He wasn't planning on having little brats, and it had nothing to do with magic. It was a pointless class, and Marcus considered skipping that day, but he was already held back once, and he didn't particularly care for taking his seventh year a third time. He opened the door to the class.
"Ah, Mr. Flint, late, and it's only the second class. I'll have you know that I don't like tardiness. 20 points from Slytherin," Professor Malichewski shook her short stubby finger at him. "Take your seat next to your partner." Marcus looked and saw that all of the desk were separated in groups of two. All of the desks were full except for the one next to Oliver, who was holding a new egg, reading his textbook. Marcus plopped lazily into the seat next to Oliver. Oliver stiffened, but other than that, he ignored Marcus.
"Oh, someone's upset," Marcus teased. Oliver slammed his book shut and gave Marcus a venomous look.
"What the fuck is your problem, Flint! Huh! I just want to fucking pass this worthless class and you, being you, just HAVE to make it difficult!" Oliver exploded in a violent whisper to keep Ms. Malichewski from noticing that the two were doing something other than work. Marcus cracked a sinister smile at Oliver's red face, which was flushed from his outburst. Marcus knew he had gotten under the skin of the younger boy.
"Touchy, touchy" Marcus sneered. He took every opportunity to make Oliver's life a living hell.
Oliver made a frustrated noise and stuffed his things in his bag before storming towards the classroom door.
"And where are you going young man?" Professor Malichewski asked him. Oliver ignored her and slammed the classroom door, the sound echoing in the large room.
Author's Note: Woo! And there is the third chapter. Finished. Short, as always. I love reviews. Give me one. I'm working on the fourth chapter now. Lucky you, I love you all enough to update after almost TWO YEARS! Can you believe that? I know none of you are even reading this anymore.
