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Post by katie bell on Apr 19, 2011 17:01:06 GMT -5
Practice made perfect and Katie most certainly needed practice in Potions. She was terrible at it. So terrible that Snape had condescended to let her use his classroom to practice in on Thursday evenings. She was holed up in the dungeons, therefore, trying to brew some stupid thing, her concentration on chopping the wings off of her lacewinged flies. She was going to chop her finger off, she swore it!
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 15:21:23 GMT -5
There were few things in life that Marcus truly enjoyed. Quidditch was one of the most important. Even if it was a long-shot that he'd get drafted to play professionally, he planned on making the most of his time on the Slytherin house team as their captain. The only problem he found was that low grades generally got one kicked off the team. His head of house was always helpful when it came to sliding in just above the minimum requirements though. Rather unfortunately, however, Flint found himself doing horribly in both Charms class and in Transfiguration so it warranted a trip to visit Snape. The potions master was not in his office so the next best place to look was the classroom. Pulling the door open, Marcus strode in with purpose.
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Post by katie bell on Apr 21, 2011 17:22:48 GMT -5
And she nearly did chop off her finger when none other than the Slytherin captain walked in - purposefully, no less. Assuming she wasn't the one he was looking for, Katie watched him for a moment before voicing, "Snape's not here, he had a meeting with Dumbledore."
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 17:40:28 GMT -5
It did not shock Marcus in the slightest that the professor was absent from both his office and his classroom. What did, however, surprise him was that a Gryffindor was still working away in the potions room after classes had ended for the day. The thing that made it even worse was the fact that the student was a rival chaser. Did Snape even know she was there? Then she spoke. "And he left you here?" was the snide question that fell from his lips. Flint didn't really have anything personal against Katie Bell but, like most, he was always wary of other houses...especially Gryffindors.
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Post by katie bell on Apr 21, 2011 17:44:14 GMT -5
"No, I choose to do potions in my spare time, alone in the dungeons." Katie answered sarcastically. Then, realizing who she was talking to... "Yes, Flint, he left me here."
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 17:56:23 GMT -5
Why in the name of Salazar Slytherin would she choose to do potions or any other extra class work with her free time? Some Most girls were just far too confusing. Still, his brown eyes, fixed in a sort of glare, rested on the Gryffindor girl suspiciously. He didn't doubt that she was trying to make herself stand out in Snape's favour so that maybe she'd get some sort of edge either on the field or in the classroom. The next words from her mouth only made him more distrustful of the Gryffindor so he simply asked, “Why?”
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Post by katie bell on Apr 21, 2011 17:58:59 GMT -5
"Because I'm nearly failing," Katie answered slowly, not wanting to tell him but wanting even less for him to attack her because he thought she was lying. "It's for extra credit."
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 18:07:10 GMT -5
Failing. Now there was a word that Marcus knew all too well. The distrustful expression on his face turned into more of a satisfied smirk. So Snape was failing the Gryffindor? It didn't surprise him. Even if she did succeed in her attempt at "extra credit," he'd probably still fail her all the same. Feeling more relaxed now, Flint strutted over to the professor's desk and seated himself behind it. With his feet propped up on the desktop, he decided to watch the Gryffindor work pointlessly for a grade she'd never get. Then, he thought rather contently, she'd be kicked off her team and Wood would have to find someone else with less experience.
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Post by katie bell on Apr 21, 2011 18:11:52 GMT -5
"You're just going to sit there and watch me? That's creepy, even for the likes of you" Katie muttered, trying not to let his eyes bother her.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 23:47:21 GMT -5
Flint honestly could not understand why females loved to talk so very much. It was like they insisted on putting words to everything. It didn't matter if they were spoiled Slytherins, wimpy Hufflepuffs, nerdy Ravenclaws or annoying Gryffindors...they all just TALKED! Couldn't Bell just shudder under his gaze and let the room fall into an uncomfortable silence while he waited for his head of house? Instead of letting her comment faze him in the slightest, he merely smirked at the girl and continued to observe her every move. Maybe she would end up cutting off a finger and miss a few practices or, better yet, a game.
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Post by katie bell on Apr 21, 2011 23:50:07 GMT -5
At his lack of reply, Katie shot him a scathing glare before setting back to what she had been doing; only now doing it ten times more carefully. Couldn't he wait somewhere else?
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 21, 2011 23:58:03 GMT -5
Finally some peace and quiet! The glare he received from the Gryffindor only fueled his desire to be a general nuisance to the girl. She clearly didn't want him watching her while she tried to prevent herself from failing. All the more reason for him to do it. At the very least, she'd screw up her potion and Snape would get angry at her for wasting his time. An explosion of hot, toxic potion in her face or a lost finger would be even better. This was turning out to be a better night than he'd expected.
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Post by katie bell on Apr 22, 2011 0:02:07 GMT -5
Stupid prat, with his stupid arrogant smirk and his damnable attitude and his rudeness and his creepy watching her. Katie's mind reeled with distaste, since everything about this situation was terrible. Potions and now him? Ugh. She chopped more quickly - still trying her best to be careful - before tossing the ingredient in, stirring counter-clockwise, as the book instructed.
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Post by misslinnyb on Apr 22, 2011 0:22:34 GMT -5
"Doing it wrong," he noted in an offhanded tone as he pretended to look off in another direction. Truth be told, he had no clue what she was making and, even if he did, the chances of him knowing the proper way to do it were slim. Potions always seemed like a sissy class. He'd never tell Snape that but the "fine art" of potion-making seemed like it was more for girls. Sure, some of the potions had pretty wicked uses but brewing and cooking were girly things to do.
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Post by katie bell on Apr 22, 2011 0:30:59 GMT -5
"Go lick a toad" Katie suggested, knowing (hoping) he was wrong. It was likely he wasn't, but not because he was clever, rather because she was terrible at potions.
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