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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 20, 2011 22:00:59 GMT -5
"Two, that's all I give you for 'em," grunted Marcus, eyeing the shopkeeper dangerously. Any other day, he might have tried to nick the gloves but, as his father had been watching him closer than usual, the Flint heir decided to bargain with the store's clerk. The man behind the counter huffed in a way that clearly stated that the price on the tag was the only amount he'd accept for the newest style of chaser's gloves. Marcus wanted them but he simply would not pay ten galleons for a pair of gloves that he could just take for free.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 20, 2011 22:11:42 GMT -5
Morag did have a certain fondness for Quidditch season. Not only because she actually played herself but something about the ruggedness of the sport was very appealing to her, or rather those that played as such appealed. She found herself in the Quidditch shop in want of a new pair of gloves. Spoiled as she was Morag always had to have the latest gear. These new gloves were meant to have more breathable fabric. Browsing the selection Morag sized up her hand to the pair she favored making sure it was the perfect fit before heading over to the counter. Laying eyes on Marcus a small smile came onto her lips. "Hello Flint." She glanced to the clerk who seemed a bit wary of Marcus.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 20, 2011 22:22:41 GMT -5
Flint glared daggers at the clerk as he leaned forward menacingly and growled, "Two and four sickles." Again, the look of both annoyance and exhaustion on the shopkeeper's face said that nothing less than ten galleons would suffice. It was even more irritating to the Slytherin that he could not just storm off and eventually shove the gloves into a pocket on the inside of his cloak before leaving the shop. The sound of someone stepping near him caused the boy to turn, hopeful that it was not his father coming to check up on him, toward the noise. Quite fortunately, it was the furthest thing from Mister Flint. "McDougal," he noted offhandedly, eyeing her and the gloves in her hand.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 20, 2011 22:33:51 GMT -5
The boy did have quite the mean streak. Morag, for one, found it to be amusing, to a point at least. That point being when it wasn't directed at her. If he was going to haggle she sure hoped he hadn't gone that low from the start. Not only that but Morag didn't think Marcus would get very far with the man. Marcus just didn't have the right assets for that. She probably shouldn't have been friendly to her competition but Morag had a soft spot for the guy. Stepping up to the counter Morag flashed the clerk a pretty smile leaning against the surface so he had a nice view down her shirt. "Isn't there anything you could do for him?" Morag interjected.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 20, 2011 22:47:21 GMT -5
Marcus Flint was known for a few things; being kind and polite were not on that list. Had it not been for Miss McDougal's timely entrance, there was no telling what the Slytherin Quidditch Captain would be capable of doing. Fortunately for the shopkeeper and, oddly enough young Flint, teenage hormones had managed to lighten the otherwise tense scenario. His brown eyes wandered across the girl as she leaned against the counter and a smirk found its way to his face. Was she flirting with the clerk? ...on his behalf? This moment was far too priceless for him to not try copping a peek of his own.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 20, 2011 22:56:07 GMT -5
As it were Morag and Marcus were looking to purchase the same kind of gloves, only in different sizes of course. A moment's hesitation, the clerk not once looking up at her face, he offered a two for one special. Five Galleons was significantly less if Marcus was alright with going half on the cost. Morag didn't mind full price but if she could cut the cost that just meant more money for, say clothes. Glancing over her shoulder she waited for Marcus' approval of the deal.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 20, 2011 23:05:28 GMT -5
Five galleons was significantly less than the ten that was originally being asked for but it was almost double what he was suggesting. Marcus had more than enough money for it but he didn't want to waste it on perfectly nick-able gloves. After glaring at the clerk once more and getting absolutely nothing from the preoccupied man, he plunged his free hand into a pocket and pulled out a few galleons and tossed them onto the counter. At least he got new gloves and he couldn't get into trouble with father, right? Besides that, a rival chaser had gotten the deal for him. It was a win, win deal all the way around.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 20, 2011 23:12:09 GMT -5
With Flint's money on the counter Morag offered her own successfully pacifying the clerk. She had gotten a deal as well so helping Marcus wasn't completely selfless of Morag, nothing she did was. There were always some ulterior motives when it came to the girl. Thanking the clerk she laced her arm with Marcus' leaning in slightly to speak quietly to him. "You've just volunteered yourself to buy me a drink." Morag informed playfully though serious about what she'd said.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 20, 2011 23:19:53 GMT -5
While it did surprise Flint that the Ravenclaw chaser had gotten him a deal on gloves, which he would use against her later, it shocked him even more when she laced her arm through his. Who did this girl think she was? As he shifted his eyes to look at her and was about to snarl something rather crude, he heard her suggestion and completely forgot what he intended to say. She was brave, he thought. Perhaps it would behoove him to get closer to her and, potentially, find a use for the girl. "The Snooty Fox it is," he replied with a smirk, tugging her as he walked toward the door.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 20, 2011 23:28:45 GMT -5
It was simple really. In her mind Morag figured that if she could keep the likes of Draco happy someone like Flint would be easy. His aggression toward her was far subtler than she had seen in him before but still noticeable as he pulled her along. Maybe she had bit off more than she could chew with this one but so far it had been going according to plan. Marcus had agreed at least. She smiled up at him. "Yes, of course."
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 20, 2011 23:40:04 GMT -5
Marcus wasn't sure if this girl had ever been in Knockturn Alley but his intention was to see just how much of the grungy place she could handle. She seemed willing enough, he assumed, based on her simple response: "of course." Without hesitation, he pushed the shop door open and forced his way out into the street. It was a decent enough walk from the Quidditch supply shop to their pub destination and there were plenty of people to "watch him practically drag her" into such a sketchy place as Knockturn Alley. Perhaps he could drag her reputation through the mud while having a little fun in the process.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 20, 2011 23:46:50 GMT -5
Not at all bothered by his forcefulness with her Morag hurried along with him as best she could. "Tell me," Morag suggested in that sweet tone of hers. A finger trailed down the center of Marcus' chest just for good measure. "Why are you always so..." She paused, but only for a moment, to find the right word. "vicious?" Curiosity had always been a weakness of Morag's but her question had more to it than just mere curiosity
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 11:49:54 GMT -5
Marcus was surprised, to say the least, that the Ravenclaw girl did not struggle or complain about how he had chosen to escort her off to the pub. Most girls loathed being bossed around or tugged anywhere. In fact, some even screamed and kicked when they found themselves in a similar scenario to the one which Morag was in now. He had not been thinking much on it when she interrupted the silence to ask him why he was so...vicious? Flint hardly described himself as vicious or anything of the sort. He was Marcus Flint, Slytherin Quidditch Captain...and maybe just a little rough around the edges but most Slytherins were, right? Instead of answering her question, he tugged a little harder and let out a rather gruff noise.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 15:18:42 GMT -5
What a lovely conversationalist. Morag let her annoyance with Marcus' lack of an answer roll off her shoulders as well as the increased demand that she walk more to his satisfaction. "Strong, silent type then." Morag noted although him being vicious had just been proved by pulling on her more forcefully.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 15:26:18 GMT -5
A few passersby stopped and stared along the way but there wasn't anything too dreadfully significant as he headed toward the entrance to Knockturn Alley. In times like now, people hardly offered to help for fear of falling victim to some dark wizard or another. Loads of people had ties to dark wizards these days. Marcus was just one example but he couldn't exactly say he cared though. He could protect himself and he did well enough with jinxes and basic curses. None of this, of course, went through his mind as his feet entered the dingy alley with the Ravenclaw girl.
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