This was a fun piece of Jo/Marcus fluff to write. Hope you like it! Reviews would be nice.

Knut a Date

February 12th, 1994
Sixth year
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"Pick a number between 1 and 20," Jo said, tossing a little bronze knut in her hand.

"13," Flint chose.

"Ok, start walking," Jo said. They were in Hogsmeade. On a date. He'd asked her what she wanted to do, she didn't know; the whole dating thing was new territory for her.

Flint looked at her askance but she put one foot in front of the other and started off down the lane. Being used to hanging around Leili she was not expecting him to catch up as quickly as he did, but he was 6'2, a full foot taller than Leili and 6 and a half inches taller than Jo so he caught up before she'd gone too far. He snaked an arm around her waist. She covered his hand with hers and for a moment he was quite disappointed: he was taking liberties and had been expecting for her to retaliate somehow.

Almost as though she sensed his disappointment, Jo's fingers sought out one of his and pulled back sharply on it, not hard enough to break, just enough to be realllly uncomfortable. "Don't even think about it, bub."

"Too late," he grunted, removing his arm.

They came to a corner and she asked, "Heads or tails?"

"Tails."

"Right or left?"

"Left."

"Heads we turn right, tails we turn left," she flipped the coin, caught it and opened her hand: heads.

"Where are we going?"

"Won't know till we get there. 12 more flips to go."

"This is not a big village."

"Then you should have chosen a smaller number," she smiled sharply, all pointy and slightly crooked teeth.

Several 'u'-turns and knut flips later…

"Why are we here?" Flint asked as she marched into Honeydukes.

"I'm getting my sister a chocolate wand. She's turning eleven in May, and if she can't have a real wand, I'm sending her a chocolate one."

"Is she a muggle?"

"Does it matter?"

"No."

Jo narrowed her eyes at him, almost unwilling to believe that her sister's magical or non-magical status didn't matter to him but when he asked, "Does she like Bertie Botts? Or Pepper Imps?" she decided that he was telling the truth; he really didn't care.

"She's not allowed to have Pepper Imps, she accidentally set the curtains on fire once at our dad's." She watched as he took a box of Bertie Bott's up to the counter and ordered a No-Melt Ice cream to go. "…What are you doing?"

"If she can't have a wand and she can't have Pepper Imps, then she will have Every Flavour Beans and No-Melt Ice Cream."

"I can pay for my own sister's sweets. But…thank you." He handed her the bag.

"Oh honey! Keep him!" the woman behind the counter enthused as they left the shop.

"Do you have siblings, Captain?"

"No. Troll Blood doesn't lead to easy conception."

Jo laughed, she had heard the insult before. "I've seen a Troll before; you don't have Troll blood. Much too attractive."

He grinned broadly, "Me or the troll?"

She just smiled at him.