More of the randomness...
I've totally messed up Angelina's characterization (made her more like how I picture Alicia). Oh well. Did I mention I don't have a plot with this? Yeah, just random typing. And if it feels rushed to the next scene, that's because it totally was. Again, not beta'd, minimal spell check.
She turned a little too quickly and was suddenly falling to the floor. A rush of adrenaline that had nothing to do with excitement and everything to do with fear filled her. Intense pain was awaiting her at the arrival on the floor along with the embarrassment of her weakness being apparent to everyone.
But that didn’t happen.
Instead she felt large, warm hands catching her arms and holding her steady. To her great annoyance she found herself leaning against the owner of those hands in order to right herself. The smell of him: sweat, rain, and wind, was very heady and she began to wonder if she weren’t better off on the floor.
“Thank you.” She murmured automatically, avoiding looking directly at him. If she acted as if nothing happened, nothing would happen and he would just go away. That was her theory anyway.
“Your welcome.” he replied, which surprised her enough to forget her no looking plan. Politeness was not Marcus Flint’s strong area. He didn’t have very many strong areas. They seem to consist of being a prat, (sadly) Quidditch, and annoying her with his ‘I’m better than you’/Slytherin way of his. Politeness didn’t fall in any of those categories, at least not politeness directed to her.
Looking at him, she couldn’t determine his expression. He wasn’t sneering or smirking at her. He wasn’t laughing at her weakness or taunting her childishly. He was just staring at her silently, almost expectantly. For a brief, terrifying moment she thought she saw pity in his eyes and that would’ve been worse than any taunt or caustic remark he could’ve made. But it wasn’t pity. She had seen enough to recognize it.
“What are you doing here?” she decided to confront the obvious issue at hand.
Higgs had a viable reason for being here- he had been Angelina’s agent for a few months now. He always managed to find some reason to stop by every few weeks. Flint’s presence was a complete and utter mystery, almost on par with that of the monkey.
In answer, Flint turned and started examining the flat.
“You didn’t send Angelina a monkey did you?” She asked, wondering if the two events were connected.
He turned back to her, an eyebrow raised. That expression she could easily read.
As if on cue, a high pitched squeal emerged from the depths of the flat. Higgs raced out, running into the walls occasionally, Apricot firmly attached and shrieking madly on his head.
Katie ignored the spectacle and kept her eyes on Marcus, who quickly pulled his wand at the ready with a fierce expression. He watched the pair uneasily for a few seconds before glancing at Katie. Noticing her lack of reaction, he re-pocketed his wand and shot her a roguish grin.
“Getting involved in some kinky sex games with Johnson, Bell?” He asked her with a leer.
There, that was the Marcus Flint she knew and….knew.
“In your pervy dreams Flint. Now answer the question.” Katie demanded, hobbling carefully over to her favorite recliner.
“No, I didn’t give Johnson that monkey.” Flint answered, nodding toward Angelina who was trying to calm Terence down long enough to coax the monkey off his head.
Katie propped herself up against the overstuffed arm of the chair. She couldn’t stand for long periods of time without it tiring her but she didn’t want to completely give in and sit. This was her compromise: a hip leaning against the chair, easing the weight off her bad leg, and shooting Flint an unimpressed look.
“The other question, Flint.” Katie persisted.
“I’m here with Higgs, obviously.” Flint drawled, walking closer to crowd her space around the chair.
Katie inwardly scowled. She couldn’t retreat without giving up her favorite perching spot. Best to resort to plan B- all out offensive.
“Oh, I didn’t know you two were a couple.” She smiled coolly to him.
The angry glint in his eyes was amusing and arousing so she was quite pleased when Angelina interrupted whatever he was about to say.
“What are you two doing here?” She demanded, Apricot settling in her arms before reclaiming his position on her shoulder, tail firmly wrapped around neck.
“I came to check on your well being after one of my players received a nasty threat.” Terrence explained brusquely, glaring at the still panting monkey. “I didn’t know I would be attacked for my good deed.”
“Sneaking up behind me and pinching my arse would not be called a ‘good deed’, Higgs.” Angelina growled to him.
“You were shaking it! It was practically an invitation!” Terrence accused, splaying his arms wide innocently.
His proclamation was met with silence as everyone rolled their eyes, except for Apricot who was trying to de-louse Angelina’s hair.
“Why did you really come here, Higgs?” Katie demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. She turned her complete attention to the agent, purposely ignoring Flint who remained firmly in her personal space bubble.
“I really was coming to check on Angelina! Marcus received a threatening fan mail today from an unknown person and I was checking up on all of my clients.” Terrence explained, somehow managing to look quite hurt and offended even after getting caught pinching Angelina’s arse by the monkey.
The girls studied him, unable to spot any outright lies or deviousness.
“How strangely…noble of you, Higgs.” Katie finally commented.
Terrence smiled charmingly and added a little half bow. “Thank you, Bell. Just being the gentleman my mother raised me to be.”
This brought a rude bark of laughter from Marcus. Katie glanced to him, noted his misaligned teeth, and then pushed herself away from the support of the chair.
“Well, as you can see for yourself, Angelina is fine. So you both can go now.” Katie went on, heading slowly to the door.
“What did you get, Flint?” Angelina asked curiously, completely oblivious to Katie’s attempt at forcing the Slytherins to leave.
After giving Katie a knowing grin, he looked to Angelina. “Someone wanted to help me fall asleep.”
This brought a short chuckle from Terrence. “They apparently wanted you to sleep for the entire season.”
Despite her best attempts, Katie couldn’t stop the little winkle of concern from her brow.
“Damn, maybe next time.” Angelina snapped her fingers, smirking to herself.
Flint gave her a nasty smile in return.
“No concern to you ladies. We’ll let you get back to your evening. Though I am curious about what you’re planning to do dressed like that, Johnson.” Terrence sidled up to her, blatantly examining her clubbing outfit.
“I was getting ready to go out before you accosted me. Katie was begging off again.” Angelina answered honestly, pointedly looking to Katie, who had finally reached the door.
“Yes, and boring Katie wants to get back to her knitting and tea. Off you scamps go.” Katie opened the door and swept an arm out to point the way.
“Don’t you have practice tomorrow?” Terrence asked Angelina, not quite able to keep the leer off his face.
“You’re my agent, Higgs, not my father.” Angelina replied airily, checking her watch and pulling Apricot off her shoulder. The monkey screeched a protest but took residence upon Katie’s chair.
Angelina quickly disappeared, Terrence following close behind, only to reappear with her purse in hand.
“I think I should keep an eye on your well-being.” Terrence was telling her as he followed.
“That’s not the only thing he’ll keep an eye on.” Marcus muttered to himself, earning an arched brow from Katie.
“I’m off Kates. See you in the morning.” Angelina pressed a quick kiss against Katie’s cheek in her usual gesture of affection and strolled out the door.
Terrence paused only for a second after watching the girl’s embrace and after firmly shaking himself out of his fantasies, followed after her to the floo port.
Relieved that one of the anomalies in her life was now gone, Katie turned to Flint, expecting him to stroll out just as easily. He just stared at her.
“Good night, Flint.” She prompted, holding the door open a little wider.
He smiled slightly. “Good night, Bell.”
And stood there.
Alright, back to plan B.
“In normal society this is where you would leave. I’m not really sure how to translate that into Trollish for you.” Katie drawled, tilting her head slightly as if she were really considering the idea.
The slight smile turned into a full-blown smirk. He slowly walked toward her. Sighing slightly in relief, Katie stepped back enough to let him pass without the remotest chance of him brushing against her.
She didn’t really have to worry about any accidental contact, however, because when Flint reached the door he merely shut it. Leaving them alone in the flat. Well, alone with the monkey anyway.
She turned a little too quickly and was suddenly falling to the floor. A rush of adrenaline that had nothing to do with excitement and everything to do with fear filled her. Intense pain was awaiting her at the arrival on the floor along with the embarrassment of her weakness being apparent to everyone.
But that didn’t happen.
Instead she felt large, warm hands catching her arms and holding her steady. To her great annoyance she found herself leaning against the owner of those hands in order to right herself. The smell of him: sweat, rain, and wind, was very heady and she began to wonder if she weren’t better off on the floor.
“Thank you.” She murmured automatically, avoiding looking directly at him. If she acted as if nothing happened, nothing would happen and he would just go away. That was her theory anyway.
“Your welcome.” he replied, which surprised her enough to forget her no looking plan. Politeness was not Marcus Flint’s strong area. He didn’t have very many strong areas. They seem to consist of being a prat, (sadly) Quidditch, and annoying her with his ‘I’m better than you’/Slytherin way of his. Politeness didn’t fall in any of those categories, at least not politeness directed to her.
Looking at him, she couldn’t determine his expression. He wasn’t sneering or smirking at her. He wasn’t laughing at her weakness or taunting her childishly. He was just staring at her silently, almost expectantly. For a brief, terrifying moment she thought she saw pity in his eyes and that would’ve been worse than any taunt or caustic remark he could’ve made. But it wasn’t pity. She had seen enough to recognize it.
“What are you doing here?” she decided to confront the obvious issue at hand.
Higgs had a viable reason for being here- he had been Angelina’s agent for a few months now. He always managed to find some reason to stop by every few weeks. Flint’s presence was a complete and utter mystery, almost on par with that of the monkey.
In answer, Flint turned and started examining the flat.
“You didn’t send Angelina a monkey did you?” She asked, wondering if the two events were connected.
He turned back to her, an eyebrow raised. That expression she could easily read.
As if on cue, a high pitched squeal emerged from the depths of the flat. Higgs raced out, running into the walls occasionally, Apricot firmly attached and shrieking madly on his head.
Katie ignored the spectacle and kept her eyes on Marcus, who quickly pulled his wand at the ready with a fierce expression. He watched the pair uneasily for a few seconds before glancing at Katie. Noticing her lack of reaction, he re-pocketed his wand and shot her a roguish grin.
“Getting involved in some kinky sex games with Johnson, Bell?” He asked her with a leer.
There, that was the Marcus Flint she knew and….knew.
“In your pervy dreams Flint. Now answer the question.” Katie demanded, hobbling carefully over to her favorite recliner.
“No, I didn’t give Johnson that monkey.” Flint answered, nodding toward Angelina who was trying to calm Terence down long enough to coax the monkey off his head.
Katie propped herself up against the overstuffed arm of the chair. She couldn’t stand for long periods of time without it tiring her but she didn’t want to completely give in and sit. This was her compromise: a hip leaning against the chair, easing the weight off her bad leg, and shooting Flint an unimpressed look.
“The other question, Flint.” Katie persisted.
“I’m here with Higgs, obviously.” Flint drawled, walking closer to crowd her space around the chair.
Katie inwardly scowled. She couldn’t retreat without giving up her favorite perching spot. Best to resort to plan B- all out offensive.
“Oh, I didn’t know you two were a couple.” She smiled coolly to him.
The angry glint in his eyes was amusing and arousing so she was quite pleased when Angelina interrupted whatever he was about to say.
“What are you two doing here?” She demanded, Apricot settling in her arms before reclaiming his position on her shoulder, tail firmly wrapped around neck.
“I came to check on your well being after one of my players received a nasty threat.” Terrence explained brusquely, glaring at the still panting monkey. “I didn’t know I would be attacked for my good deed.”
“Sneaking up behind me and pinching my arse would not be called a ‘good deed’, Higgs.” Angelina growled to him.
“You were shaking it! It was practically an invitation!” Terrence accused, splaying his arms wide innocently.
His proclamation was met with silence as everyone rolled their eyes, except for Apricot who was trying to de-louse Angelina’s hair.
“Why did you really come here, Higgs?” Katie demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. She turned her complete attention to the agent, purposely ignoring Flint who remained firmly in her personal space bubble.
“I really was coming to check on Angelina! Marcus received a threatening fan mail today from an unknown person and I was checking up on all of my clients.” Terrence explained, somehow managing to look quite hurt and offended even after getting caught pinching Angelina’s arse by the monkey.
The girls studied him, unable to spot any outright lies or deviousness.
“How strangely…noble of you, Higgs.” Katie finally commented.
Terrence smiled charmingly and added a little half bow. “Thank you, Bell. Just being the gentleman my mother raised me to be.”
This brought a rude bark of laughter from Marcus. Katie glanced to him, noted his misaligned teeth, and then pushed herself away from the support of the chair.
“Well, as you can see for yourself, Angelina is fine. So you both can go now.” Katie went on, heading slowly to the door.
“What did you get, Flint?” Angelina asked curiously, completely oblivious to Katie’s attempt at forcing the Slytherins to leave.
After giving Katie a knowing grin, he looked to Angelina. “Someone wanted to help me fall asleep.”
This brought a short chuckle from Terrence. “They apparently wanted you to sleep for the entire season.”
Despite her best attempts, Katie couldn’t stop the little winkle of concern from her brow.
“Damn, maybe next time.” Angelina snapped her fingers, smirking to herself.
Flint gave her a nasty smile in return.
“No concern to you ladies. We’ll let you get back to your evening. Though I am curious about what you’re planning to do dressed like that, Johnson.” Terrence sidled up to her, blatantly examining her clubbing outfit.
“I was getting ready to go out before you accosted me. Katie was begging off again.” Angelina answered honestly, pointedly looking to Katie, who had finally reached the door.
“Yes, and boring Katie wants to get back to her knitting and tea. Off you scamps go.” Katie opened the door and swept an arm out to point the way.
“Don’t you have practice tomorrow?” Terrence asked Angelina, not quite able to keep the leer off his face.
“You’re my agent, Higgs, not my father.” Angelina replied airily, checking her watch and pulling Apricot off her shoulder. The monkey screeched a protest but took residence upon Katie’s chair.
Angelina quickly disappeared, Terrence following close behind, only to reappear with her purse in hand.
“I think I should keep an eye on your well-being.” Terrence was telling her as he followed.
“That’s not the only thing he’ll keep an eye on.” Marcus muttered to himself, earning an arched brow from Katie.
“I’m off Kates. See you in the morning.” Angelina pressed a quick kiss against Katie’s cheek in her usual gesture of affection and strolled out the door.
Terrence paused only for a second after watching the girl’s embrace and after firmly shaking himself out of his fantasies, followed after her to the floo port.
Relieved that one of the anomalies in her life was now gone, Katie turned to Flint, expecting him to stroll out just as easily. He just stared at her.
“Good night, Flint.” She prompted, holding the door open a little wider.
He smiled slightly. “Good night, Bell.”
And stood there.
Alright, back to plan B.
“In normal society this is where you would leave. I’m not really sure how to translate that into Trollish for you.” Katie drawled, tilting her head slightly as if she were really considering the idea.
The slight smile turned into a full-blown smirk. He slowly walked toward her. Sighing slightly in relief, Katie stepped back enough to let him pass without the remotest chance of him brushing against her.
She didn’t really have to worry about any accidental contact, however, because when Flint reached the door he merely shut it. Leaving them alone in the flat. Well, alone with the monkey anyway.