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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 15:38:12 GMT -5
Morag took absent note of some of the looks she was getting. The ones that seemed to be paying attention seem frightened for her, being with an imposing guy like Flint, dragged into such a horrible place as Knockturn Alley. Morag on the other hand was comfortable on both accounts. She wasn't afraid of Marcus as long as she didn't piss him off and this wasn't her first time in Knockturn Alley either. "It's a power thing, isn't it?" Morag ventured, figuring as much, but still wanting the courtesy of a confirmation. She wasn't fond of prolonged silences.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 15:47:14 GMT -5
Marcus had no idea what the Ravenclaw girl was referencing nor did he really care as he walked along the dirty street toward the Snooty Fox pub. If he was to buy her a drink as payment for her getting him half price on new Quidditch gloves then he intended to get it over with. She didn't seem upset at being pulled along nor did she seem to mind the fact that he was taking her into Knockturn Alley. Did she not care about keeping up appearances or her reputation? If he could not make her uncomfortable or tarnish her record, how was he to have any fun with this girl? The mere thought of it caused him to scowl. As he thought about it more, he realized that he knew absolutely nothing about McDougal...nothing about her weaknesses or her fears.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 15:53:17 GMT -5
After waiting, what Morag thought, a fair amount of time for Marcus to answer with nothing to show for it she sighed softly. An action that, in his presence, seemed even more fair and delicate than it normally would have. "Fine." Looking up at him for a moment Morag pouted slightly. Her expression had been perfected to one of a sultry nature, that worked much better on the boys than any silly sweet school girl scene. "Silence it is."
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 16:02:32 GMT -5
What was it about girls and always insisting on talking? Marcus Flint was, at best, a man of few words. He said things when they needed to be said and barked orders when they needed to be given. Unfortunately for him, he had chosen to be lured in by a Ravenclaw girl and now he was forced to listen to her ask questions, talk endlessly (or so it seemed to him) and sigh. He could not help thinking that it was beneficial that purebloods had arranged marriages. It took the guesswork out of relationship and, even better, it made dating and talking pointless. This thought forced his scowl into something of a half smirk as he pushed open the door to the pub and entered.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 16:12:58 GMT -5
Much more difficult than Draco, she decided. In fact Marcus was on a whole different ornery level. Morag kept any snide comments that she would have otherwise made to herself, at least tried to as best she could, not looking to intentionally anger the boy. That wouldn't end well for her. Stepping inside before Marcus she offered a smile to the barkeep- not the greeting the man was used to she knew but the look on his face had been worth it. Opening her mouth to tell Marcus what she wanted Morag quickly shut it again remembering that she had agreed to silence so wouldn't speak until he asked her to. Morag couldn't help but return the favor of being difficult.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 16:49:05 GMT -5
Pulling his arm free from his Ravenclaw rival, Marcus strode toward the bar. He'd tried to put her in a compromising situation that might tarnish her reputation or kill her self-esteem even just a little but she'd obviously been carefree enough for it not to affect her. There was no point in dragging her around any longer. Instead, he'd let her follow if she so desired. Planting himself on a stool and pretending not to notice where Morag was, he greeted the barman with a simple nod. "Firewhiskey," he grunted plainly, a smirk evident on his face, "Make that two." Sure he'd consented to buying her a drink but that didn't mean she could choose her own.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 16:56:57 GMT -5
Marcus seemed a little disappointed about something, that scowl on his face deepening just a little bit more when he disentangled himself from her. Petty as it was, that pleased Morag. Waiting two paces before following to the bar Morag glanced around to see some of the shady characters around. She definitely didn't fit in and yet somehow Morag was okay with that. She did like attention so it worked for her. Slipping onto the stool next to Marcus she made no complaints that he had ordered for her. She was used to it well enough not to get bent out of shape over it. Plus Morag liked bossy boys, or rather liked to test how much they would bend to her will. "Thank you." Morag took a dainty sip of the newly arrived Firewhiskey familiar with it's burning sensation along her throat. Leaning over she planted a kiss on Marcus' cheek. "And thank you," she whispered in his ear.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 17:06:49 GMT -5
He knew when she sat herself on the stool beside him but Flint pretended to still be oblivious to the girl's presence. She had obviously taken to his rather rough attention all too well so he'd try the cold shoulder for a little bit. Maybe he'd go so far as to slip away and leave her to the sinister and filthy cretins that frequented this place. That would teach her a lesson about playing with Slytherins. His smirk only grew at such deviously delightful ideas. A pretty little thing like her would doubtedly last long if left to the dogs. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he had not noticed the drinks arrive nor the fact that Morag did not complain but, instead, had taken to sipping hers. What he did notice, however, was the feeling of lips against his cheek and her voice in his ear. "What's your deal?" he asked, eyeing her.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 17:15:12 GMT -5
He speaks, a triumphant little smile quickly found it's way onto Morag's lips. She sat back in her original position looking the boy over carefully, slowly, almost lustfully. Marcus obviously didn't know anything about her. She loved to play games with boys, especially Slytherins. It was too easy with most of the boys in other houses, which was why Slytherin was Morag's house of choice, so to speak. Her deal? That was simple enough. Where Marcus had wanted to blemish her reputation or maybe have her break down crying over his brutish behavior, Morag had ulterior motives of her own. "What ever do you mean?" For someone so bold Morag sure did play coy awfully well.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 17:36:39 GMT -5
Marcus was not at all amused when the girl smiled or tried to play stupid. She knew what he meant. He knew she knew! That was one more thing he loathed about women: they played mind games. Flint was not the quickest broom in the shed so girls that played mind games were little more than tiresome and annoying. Rather than give her the benefit of a response, he merely shrugged his broad shoulders and took to drinking from his firewhiskey. It wasn't worth letting the Ravenclaw confuse him or try to play some girly little trick. His team played well enough and there were plenty of girls in his own house to amuse himself with if it came down to it.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 17:47:34 GMT -5
"Well if you must know," Which Marcus probably didn't. "I think its the authority that gets me." Morag obliged seemingly dropping her game, though she hadn't, was only more forthcoming. He really did need to make up his mind, either he wanted her to keep quiet or tell him everything he wanted to know. "Captain Flint, I like the way it feels in my mouth." The sexual innuendo was not an accident.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 18:02:05 GMT -5
Finally the girl had given up! Finally he'd get some peace...even if he couldn't taunt, torture and break her as he'd originally hoped. What she said made sense - for once. So she liked being pushed around and made to do things? There weren't many girls at Hogwarts who liked the way he and some of the other Slytherin boys treated them. It was oddly intriguing. Marcus gave her a slight nod and went back to taking a deep drink from the mug of burning liquid. He, however, nearly choked on it at the next words to leave her mouth. Accursed teenage hormones! Trying to cover up the fact that she'd thrown him off guard, he swallowed and turned his attention toward a rather darkly dressed witch who was sitting in one of the booths.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 18:18:08 GMT -5
Such a stone wall and yet that single moment of surprise, barely noticeable. Now she was getting some where. While Marcus' attention was focused on the older witch Morag crossed her legs, completely lady-like if not for her skirt hiking up that extra bit further accidentally going unnoticed and two more buttons on her blouse were dropped. A little fluff of the hair and another sip of her drink to moisten her lips Morag looked past Marcus to the witch. "Is that your poison, Marcus?" Morag questioned. "You like older women?"
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 23:43:17 GMT -5
There was no reason not to look at the older witch as she sat sipping something that did not look like firewhiskey nor butterbeer. She was probably in her mid-twenties to early thirties tops...and rather easy on the eyes. Even if he had no intention of actually approaching the woman, it was enough to get his hormones on a whole other subject and his composure back to standard. McDougal would have to do a whole lot to catch him off his guard again. Even after her question, his dark eyes remained focused on the stranger as he shrugged in answer.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 21, 2011 23:54:56 GMT -5
Marcus was right back ignoring her again and for what some shrew in the corner who wasn't giving him the time of day? Morag downed a third of her Firewhiskey in an attempt to let that fiery sensation cool the one inside of her. She really couldn't stand this sort of thing. What was the point in giving him a flirty smile or flashing a little skin if he wasn't going to pay attention to her. Yes, Morag was a brat. Actions got more of a reaction than words did though and with that in mind Morag gently put her hand on Marcus' thigh letting her finger draw idle patterns further and further up. "Was that a yes?" She did her best not to sound tense with him.
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