Marcus Flint
First
off sorry for the extended holiday but i had completely forgoten
about this story. Second off im not sure if his name is correct or
not but ive been on a harry potter withdrawl of late so meh.
Third...uhh...fear the wrath of Foamy!
"If im your king...then I order you to get a brain pesant"
Flint had stared at the jester hat for at least 3 hours now, only just getting the fact that who ever had sent this silly thing... had obviously sent it to the wrong person.
"king? i dont know any king..."
School was a long time ago to him therefore he had quickly fogotten Everything that had happened. It wasnt until he saw his name, which was for the most part all he could read due to A-the bad hand writting and B-his lack of intelegence dropped even worse durring summer break, clearly printed out across the envolope a burst of rage over came him as he tossed the already unconcious owl that had carried the hat across the room.
"well if i know anything i know the one person whos dumb enough to call themselves a king to me!"