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Post by audrey on Apr 20, 2011 16:00:14 GMT -5
It was a rare occurrence for Audrey being unable to sleep and she supposed that she was grateful for the fact that it hadn't happened on a weeknight, but that didn't make it any less frustrating, really. After having tossed and turned for three hours she made her way down into the common room with an essay paper that she'd intended to work on tomorrow in hand, deciding that she might as well use the time now as she settled in at a table in the empty common room.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 16:11:11 GMT -5
Someone, Marcus was entirely unsure which one, had been snoring incredibly louder than usual. The loud, echoing noise had made it impossible to get any sleep. Had he been sure which body it was emitting such a horrid noise, surely he'd have cast some hex or another to stop the person from snoring. It didn't matter if it was a fellow Slytherin and one of his dorm mates! Teeth barred, he let out a light growl and threw the covers from his bed. It would be pointless trying to sleep so he opted to get up and, with broom in hand, head out to the common room. Maybe he'd be able to sneak out and get some practice in.
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Post by audrey on Apr 21, 2011 18:33:50 GMT -5
'Going somewhere, Flint?' Audrey asked after hearing someone creeping about, lifting her eyes from her work and allowing them to land on Marcus Flint, wondering where the hell he thought he was going this late at night with the damn broom.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 23:52:11 GMT -5
Busted! He had barely gotten away from the dormitory stairs when he heard the voice of a fellow Slytherin and, unfortunately, school prefect. Some of the Slytherin prefects let players for their house team off with the occasional broken rule but it wasn't a certainty. Like any other snake, it probably depended on mood and recent events. Putting on the most innocent expression he could manage, which honestly didn't look innocent at all, Marcus pulled the broom around behind him and answered, "Maybe."
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Post by audrey on Apr 22, 2011 0:00:23 GMT -5
'Your friends might not be the brightest bulbs around, Flint, but I'm not stupid' Audrey sighed heavily, giving him a look that showed she wasn't overly amused by his attempts at hiding what he was doing.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 22, 2011 0:18:16 GMT -5
Marcus wasn't usually one to be open or honest; it didn't really suit him. Unfortunately, he couldn't help thinking that giving her the honest reason might gain him some sympathy and get him off the hook. After all, the last thing he needed was a detention or a letter home to his parents. They were busy enough with the recent goings on that a notice home would result in some horrid punishment. Bringing his broom back into plain view he replied, "Someone's snoring. Thought I'd get in a little practice to keep sharp for the next match since I can't sleep anyway."
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Post by audrey on Apr 22, 2011 0:34:05 GMT -5
'And if someone else catches you while you're out practicing you'll lose this house points' Audrey rationalized, not sure whether he'd realise that or not, but hoping so. After all, that was the only reason she'd stopped him in the first place.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 22, 2011 18:51:48 GMT -5
Marcus hadn't thought of it like that but Audrey was probably right. Flint hardly ever thought of things like that. He just did whatever he wanted without thinking much at all. While he usually didn't care about breaking rules or causing all sorts of havoc, he didn't need to be caught by some stuffy Gryffindor prefect who would jump at the chance to get ahead with house points by taking some from Slytherin. "Right," he conceded with a huff before leaning his broom against the nearest piece of furniture. This sucked.
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Post by audrey on Apr 22, 2011 19:02:07 GMT -5
'Do you ever get laid, Flint, or do you pass even that opportunity up in favour of Quidditch?' Audrey asked curiously, feeling that so many of the houses boys lived and breathed Quidditch to the point where it was ridiculous. Really, training at this time of night was just stupid in her eyes.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 22, 2011 19:13:52 GMT -5
That was an absurd question! With a half smirk, Flint bluntly answered, "Yeah. Why?" I had not occurred to him that there was a second portion of the question. Without giving it a second thought, he made his way to the nearest couch and flopped himself down on it. If he couldn't get any rest in his dorm, he'd at least relax on the couch for a while. It wasn't like there was much else to do now that she'd shot down his original idea of going out for a bit of early morning practice.
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Post by audrey on Apr 22, 2011 19:53:24 GMT -5
'I dunno it just seems like all you boys care about is Quidditch. I don't understand how you find the time for sex as well' Audrey told him with a shrug of her shoulders, watching as he flopped down on the couch. She honestly didn't much mind what he did now as long as it was in the common room and not elsewhere.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 22, 2011 19:59:40 GMT -5
"Quidditch is brilliant," he noted, putting his arms behind his head as his feet rested on the other side of the couch. Marcus wouldn't deny that a good shag was pretty exhilarating too but most girls wanted to cuddle and talk both before and after. Sometimes that ruined things for him. At least with Quidditch, it made sense and once it was over, it was truly over. He didn't have to listen to his team talk about their day or what some other bloke did to them that hurt their feelings. He didn't have to cuddle them or tell them they were pretty. With his smirk intact, he asked, "What about you?"
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Post by audrey on Apr 22, 2011 20:10:01 GMT -5
'What, do I get laid or is Quidditch all I care about?' Audrey asked despite being relatively sure she knew which question he meant. Either way she thought the answer was pretty obvious since she got around a bit and since the only time she went to watch a Quidditch match was when she was asked too.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 22, 2011 20:20:13 GMT -5
"There's gotta be something you like more than shagging," stated Flint plainly. Nearly every girl he'd ever known or slept with had things that they fancied far more than getting laid. They always talked and talked and talked about those things. As soon as he'd realized that he was getting himself into an actual conversation, of sorts, with a girl, he somewhat regretted the question all together. So, in an attempt to retract it, Flint rather crudely said, "'less you're addicted to sex or something. That would be awesome."
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Post by audrey on Apr 22, 2011 20:30:53 GMT -5
'Keep dreaming Flint. Of course there's things I enjoy more than sex. Or at least as much as sex, but I doubt you want to hear about that' Audrey told him with a shrug of her shoulders. Besides, for the most part they were muggle things she did with her father, things she didn't want to discuss with anyone here.
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