There was a slight mix up this morning. I tried to correct a few mistakes in the last chapter (I was lazy and didn't proof read hangs head in shame) and ended up reposting the same chapter with mistakes, whoops. So this is for the cool people who spotted what an idiot I am. Soto inflatabletigers, nazgulgirl and BattleStations for spotting my mistakes and letting me know, heres a chapter for you! Thanks guys. Oh and I promise not to mess around trying to correct things when I'm half asleep again, it wasn't the best idea I ever had I'll admit it.
Chapter thirty eight.
So the three, four including Bubba, set off for Marcus's home. Ayla insisted on walking, knowing that three witches apparating would be a bit much - especially in a muggle area. Once again Ayla found herself in the alley behind Flint's house. She wasn't sure she'd get the right house if they went round the front. To tell the truth she was never entirely sure she had the right house from the back either. Fortunately Flint was sitting in the back garden, enjoying the spring sunshine and indulging in a rather unusual hobby.
"Ok. Am I dreaming or is Marcus Flint, the most brutal player on the Falcons team, the guy who punched Oliver Wood, sitting in a deckchair knitting?" Kris exclaimed.
"Yeah, he is. Weird." added Sarah.
"Gah." burbled Geraldine.
"Uh, hi Marcus," Ayla said.
Flint shot up out of his deckchair and hastily stowed the knitting out of sight.
"Oh, uh, hey. What are you all doing here?"
"We came to return your cloak," Kris said brightly. "And we've had a long walk, so we'd all really appreciate a drink. Thanks." She walked past Flint and into the house. "Nice knitting by the way." she called from the kitchen.
"Uh Ayla I think Gerry needs to be changed."
"Uh oh."
"It'll take to long to get back to yours, we'll have to do it here."
"Here?" asked Flint.
"Yes, where's the bathroom?"
"Upstairs second on the left."
"Thank you. Come on Ayla, best you get the practice."
"Sorry," she whispered as she passed Flint, following Sarah to the bathroom.
"Oi Flint, you got any milk?" Kris shouted from the kitchen.
"Bloody crazy women." he muttered as he followed the three women into his home.
"Clean as a whistle." Sarah said entering the kitchen a few minutes later. "Ayla's getting really good at changing nappies now. You're a real natural hun."
"That's, uh, nice?" Flint asked.
"What do you girls want to drink?" Kris asked ignoring Flint. "His fridge is fully stocked."
"Just water thanks."
"Yeah same for me Kris."
"Flint would you like anything?"
"Huh? Oh no thanks."
"So Flint, what's your story then?" Sarah asked, fixing the man before her with a no nonsense stare.
"Not quite sure what you mean…"
"Well let's be honest. Slytherin's aren't exactly known for their sweet natures are they? I mean your house emblem was a snake. Not exactly a ringing endorsement is it? And you weren't exactly a ray of sunshine at school either. So what's changed? How come you punched Wood for Ayla?"
"Well I grew up. I realised what a childish shi- uh idiot I was and changed. And I didn't punch him for Ayla. Well sort of, but come on if you had the chance to punch Wood would you let it pass?"
"Hmm good point." Sarah seemed satisfied with Flint's answer.
"Hey Flint, who's this guy you've got your arm around?" Kris asked pulling a photograph from the fridge.
"Oh that's my mate Roger."
"When you say mate, what do you mean?" Kris pressed.
"My friend?"
"Oh, ok then."
"Excuse me a minute, I gotta go check on something." Flint said, leaving the room.
Kris turned the photo over and found a note written on the back.
"Hey look at this!" she said reading it out loud. "Marcus mate, don't let the small minded twats get you down. Remember the good times! Rog."
"So?" said Ayla.
"He's gay!"
"Oh don't Kris. You're jumping to conclusions."
"I'll bet you five galleons he's gone to hide more evidence."
"Evidence? Ok Kris you're getting like Ayla now with all this conspiracy malarkey."
"No come on! I mean it might damage his reputation if people knew. So he has to keep it secret. Rita Skeeter might be right."
"You're mad, when is Skeeter ever right?"
"Oh come on mun, think about it."
"You really believe everything you read now?" Ayla asked.
"Let's have a look around."
"Kris we can't."
"Oh don't be such a wet blanket Ayla. You've been here before, I haven't. I want to snoop."
Kristina got up and tiptoed towards the door.
"Look he's got a house elf!" she whispered, signalling the others to join her at the door.
"So it's not unusual."
"Oh the stories I bet that little guy could tell!"
"Apart from the fact that the elf is probably sworn to secrecy."
"Oh yeah, damn."
"Uh why are you three standing in the doorway whispering?"
"We were, uh, just wondering where you were" Ayla lied quickly.
"Just talking to my house elf. Wonky this is Ayla, Sarah and Kristina."
Kristina turned away, her hand covering her mouth trying to smother a giggle. The house elf's reply was missed amid Kris's snorts of suppressed laughter.
"Uh I think we should probably get going. Gerry's getting fussy. I think she needs a nap." Sarah said, elbowing Kris in the ribs to stop her giggling.
"Haha, yes, yeah we should really go." Kris agreed. "Now that you've had your cloak back."
"Yeah thanks. Feel free to barge in any time you're in the area." Flint joked.
"Oh we will. Bye Wonky!" Kris said, dissolving into more giggles.
"I'm really, really sorry about my friends. They're a bit nuts." Ayla said as she left.
"Nah it's ok. I'm getting used to these crazy women turning up all the time now."
Ayla grinned as she left. Marcus waved to them from the door.
"Oi Kris what were you laughing at?" Sarah called to her friend who was racing down the street, still giggling.
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"What we used to call Flint in third year?"
"Oh" Ayla said, suddenly remembering.
"Wonky teeth!" the three chorused together before bursting into another fit of giggles.
