No one in the school messes with this Slytherin if they know what’s good for them. He’s got a reputation as a thug and a brute, a violent bully that has no issues with punching you in the face if you so much as look at him wrong — he’s got quite the arm on him as well. Marcus Flint can be your best friend or he can be your enemy. If he deems you worthy, he’s fiercely loyal and very over protective. If he doesn’t, you could be in trouble. The thing is, he’s a dick. He’s ambitious, ruthless and cunning, all three traits that are very often shown on the Quidditch pitch. He sleeps around and he breaks hearts — and he enjoys it.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He honestly never thought he would have to step foot in this dump again after leaving last year. Of all the fucked up things to happen to Marcus Flint, being dragged back to hell to resit his seventh year at the age of eighteen was definitely going to wind up being the most humiliating. Worse part was, he had no one to blame but himself. What else did he expect when he spent his Charms NEWT chatting up the examiner and writing down that the word ‘ehwaz’ meant ‘penis’ rather than ‘partnership’ on his Ancient Runes written assessment? Apparently, good humor and fantastic chat up lines didn’t merit an ‘O’.

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t his finest moment or the smartest of ideas because what he hoped would be his final ‘fuck you’ to the school ended up being their ‘fuck you right back’ too. 

Rolling his eyes at the ironic side of it, he flicked the cigarette he had been smoking to the side, watching it land on the grass and slowly burn out. Well, this was going to be fun wasn’t it? At least there was Quidditch, which would actually be on this year now that the bloody Tournament was through. Thankfully, Dumbledore had let him keep his Captaincy. Students had only been back a few days and already he was plotting game plans in his mind, desperate to get back on that pitch as soon as possible. That’s where he should be right now — on a pitch, training, working. Not here, stuck repeating a year, doing work he already knew how to do.

There was one plus side, one, to all this bullshit — and that was in the shape of a tall, blonde Gryffindor called Katie Bell. The girl that had driven him just a little bit insane last year. There was something about her, something he couldn’t quite find the right words to describe but it captivated him. He convinced himself it was simply because he wanted to shag her, that it was her great rack and not her personality he liked, refusing to believe there was anything more to it. And yet he’d missed her more than he would ever admit over Summer, more than he had expected to in fact and it surprised him that the thought of seeing her again actually made him smile. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, she would be coming around to corner on one of her jogs any minute now which was exactly why he had picked this spot to smoke.

Not that he would ever admit that part either.