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Post by brookee on Mar 18, 2010 16:04:12 GMT -5
  First day in a new school is almost always the hardest, second day is almost better, and the third day is supposed to be the best. When you can’t find your way through the school after almost a year, that’s an issue. Seventeen year old Gryffindor, Brooke Lynn Alexandra wandered around the school aimlessly, not really looking for anyone in particular.
In fact, she was enjoying the alone time. Slowly making her way out of the castle, she inhaled the warm, spring air. That’s odd. It was unnaturally warm out for spring, but that was a good thing. It made her look like less of a crazy. Wearing only a long tank top and dark jeans, she was a bit insane. Her mind processed things faster than that of a regular person, and she found the sickest things hilarious.
Slowly she found herself making her way to the Black Lake barefooted, and smiled softly, standing on the dock, looking out at the water. With a smile, she decided that it was a beautiful day to go swimming, only she didn’t have a bathing suit handy. Without a second thought in her mind, she took off the tank top, only in her bra and underwear now.
Her pale skin glowed slightly under the suns rays, and the shine from her belly button ring shone momentarily before diving into the water. Her bright red hair being the first thing she saw as she emerged from the water, a huge smile plastered to her face.
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Post by marcus on Mar 18, 2010 17:12:34 GMT -5
It had been a week since Marcus had returned to the great castle walls, only to find out that not only had the people changed within the halls of the school, but also the castle itself. It seemed that the corridor that use to lead to the kitchens, now lead to the third floor, the bathrooms were in the wrong places, and even the Slytherin common room had been moved on the other side of the dungeons. Usually this only happened if there was a threat to the castle, but Marcus had been a smart boy and kept up with his readings on the Prophet, and in the 4 months he had been gone, no paper had stated an attack on the castle itself.
Turns out, he had been wrong the whole time, forgetting the castle layout during his long stay in London. all the corridors were in their right places, his mind was just taking the wrong turns to process that. That was the thing about him now, he was slightly mad. He had been a little crazy before he left, doing things differently than others, processing things on higher levels then the rest of his gang, but with the little trip to the Underground he found himself falling into a strange Wonderland of madness, and he had managed to pull some of his closer friends down with him.
Chuckling now as he made his way out the front gate, his silver topped cane gave a soft click as it bounced with his right leg (which gave a slight limp, though it was only for looks), taking him down the staircase and out and about the grounds. He didn't know where he was going at all, and he was quite happy with that. Before he knew it, his feet and cane began to lead him to the Black Lake.
Making his way down the path, he noticed a girl up ahead on the dock, standing there, gazing out into the water. For a moment he got the eerie sense he knew her from some distant place, but that was just his mind acting up once again ans he shook the feeling away as he noticed her pulling off her top. His eyes grew kinda big and he whistled softly to himself, a smirk now planting on his face. He continued out towards the dock, making it to the beginning as she had just dove in.
The cane clicked on the wood of the dock as he made his way out to where her clothes laid. A soft splash of water gave off in front, signaling the girl's return to the surface. She was quite beautiful, though he would never admit that fully now. He hated love, hated its twisted concepts and endeavoring ability to split a soul in two.
Leaning up against one of the posts on the edge, he reached up, tilting the fedora that laid upon his head slightly before speaking out to the redhead.
"You know it's illegal to swim in your undies, right?" Marcus gave a slight smirk and a chuckle, his Liverpool accent hanging about his speech.
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Post by brookee on Mar 18, 2010 18:47:45 GMT -5
Brooke wasn’t in the water for very long before she heard a voice. A familiar voice at that. She looked up at bit reluctantly, hoping and praying with all her might it wasn’t who she thought it was. Meting eyes with the newcomer, she repressed the groan that rose in her chest. Marcus Harding. She remembered the first time they met, and her blood still boiled at the memory.
To think, he might have seen her actually made her want to quiver in disgust. Yes, he was unbelievably gorgeous but that honestly was something she would never admit. He smoked far to much for her taste, and he was cocky around girls. The only good thing about him was that his mind worked as hers did: fast and witty.
Brooke Lynn, yes, like the place, went under the water fast and swam to the latter, slowly rising from the water and climbing up. She wasn’t ashamed to be seen practically naked in front of him, especially since she new she looked amazing. Walking right past him and ignoring his previous comment, she bent down and slowly slid into her skinny jeans with ease, leaving her shirt off and started to ring out her hair.
Turning slightly to look at him, she crossed her arms under her chest and smiled sarcastically, “Hello to you too Marcus.” she said a bit sharply.
God damn, did he have no manners? Deciding not to just leave she sat down on the edge of the ledge and looked up at him,
“Any particular reason why you decided to ruin my good morning?” she asked with false interest in her tone, her green eyes locking with his.
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Post by marcus on Mar 18, 2010 20:14:53 GMT -5
Marcus couldn't help but smile as he watched Brooke's smile fade as she heard his voice break the silence in the air. He loved doing that to her, causing some way to mess with her during the day, but only because she had started the whole mess back in 3rd year in the Great Hall. She still says it's all his fault, but Marcus knows where the guilty conscience lies in the matter.
His green eyes watched as Brooke slipped back under the water, only to appear at the ladder a few seconds later. He reached into his vest pocket, pulling out the pack of Marlboros and a lighter. He knew she hated it when he smoked, so he always made it his purpose to have one right in front of her at all times, which was probably the reason she though he smoked a lot in the first place. Chuckling to himself, he pulled a cigarette out and placed it to his lips, flicking the lighter open to produce a flame, and lit the end, taking a few puffs to get it started. By this time, Brooke had made it over to her jeans and proceeded to slide into them quick and easily.
Placing the contents of his pocket back into place, he took a drag of the cigarette as she spoke, reaching up to capture the pale wrapped paper between index and middle finger, which he proceeded to pull away from his lips and hold to his side once the smoke had managed to slide into his lungs. He grinned wildly as she spoke again, asking what his reason was for ruining her "morning". "Oh come on Brooke dear, don't be so rash." He spoke, letting the smoke drift from his mouth and into the open air as he did so. "And from what my watch says its not technically morning, sweetheart." He loved playing the smart-ass card with her.
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Post by brookee on Mar 26, 2010 14:59:48 GMT -5
Brooke watched as he slipped his hand into his vest pocket, pulling out his best friends: the pack of Marlboros and his lighter. Every time she saw him he was smoking! It disgusted her. Her father was, and still is to this day, a heavy smoker, and although she grew accustomed to the smell of the smoke, still hated that most people thought it cool to smoke. Yes, it’s cool to get lung cancer and die. Everyone should do it! The day he got lung cancer was the day she’d be able to say, I told you so.
The grey smoke drifted from his lips to the air and she rolled her eyes. He was most likely the cause for air pollution too. As she begin to get dressed, she remembered exactly what had happened in third year, the main reason why her and Marcus were sworn to be enemies.
It was the day her potions project was due, and she was already running late. Deciding to take a short cut through the ground, she sprinted across the ground with an externally dangerous anger potion in the ironically heart shaped vile in her hands. Not seeing the Slytherin boy rounding the same corner as she was, collided with him; the vile falling from her hands and breaking between them. The smoke filled her lungs, anger automatically flowing in her veins, making her blood boil and her fists clench. It was all down hill from there.
Watching as he placed the contents that had once been in his vest, back into his pocket and lightly kicked her feet over the edge of the dock, scowling as he spoke to her. Smart-ass as always. Oh well, two could play that card. Smiling up at him, false sweetness radiating off of her until she spoke. Her voice carried all of the venom and hate towards him and yet still sounded like an angel’s to most ears. Her eyes flickered slightly, the green looking both sexy, and intimidating in the sunlight.
“You have not yet seen me rash, Marcus. You’re not the only psycho in this school. Trust me.”
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Post by marcus on Mar 26, 2010 17:23:26 GMT -5
Standing there in silence as Brooke got dressed, Marcus returned the "cancer stick" back to his lips, sucking on the end just a bit to produce the chain reaction of red-hot embers burning the herb known as tobacco, which in turn filled his mouth with a sweet tasting (to him) white smoke, which he let slide down his throat into the pit of his lungs. It was a very nasty habit and he became well aware of that thanks to the many people (including Brooke) that decided his life was their own, which he was pretty sure it was his all to himself.
It wasn't his fault in the first place though for picking up that red package so many years ago. His father had been a heavy smoker, though he either smoked from a pipe or rolled his own. Marcus was bound to pick the package up sooner or later, but in this case it was sooner with all the things his father had put him through. Oh, how he hated that man for the things he had caused. He could have lived a normal life for the first 11 years of his life but no, he had to fuck around with the Death Eaters and get his mum killed. No worries though. He was gone now, dead, laying in chunks across the floor of the cabin in the woods of Scotland, and the wand his father hadn't used to defend himself now laid secure and snug in Marcus' own vest pocket.
Chuckling now as Brooke spoke up, the once white smoke that had filled his lungs during his faint memory now poured from his lips in short burst, though the color was now a ghostly gray instead of angel white. "I'm pretty sure I have." He spoke with a hint of a leftover chuckle still in his throat. "Don't you remember the grounds third year?"
Ah yes, third year. The day they had both first met each other, but because of a very inconvenient encounter. Marcus had been walking through the grounds, just getting back from his fathers earlier in that day. He was already pretty upset because his father wanted to keep him away from the school, saying that if any of the Death Eaters there knew who he was, he was surely to be killed. This had scared him just a bit (which was weird cause after all the things that had happened, Marcus wouldn't hesitate to smoke with a dragon). He didn't want to die yet, but at the same time he didn't want to return to his father's side in the cabin.
So to get away from it all, Marcus had decided to take a walk out to the grounds before classes had begin just to get some fresh air before having to go up to Transfiguration. That's when she came. Brooke Alexandra, with her long red hair flying behind her, came running up the path he had been on. For a brief moment before the encounter, he had looked up, casting his green eyes upon her. She was cute, actually more than just cute, pretty damn attractive, something that Marcus still thinks to this day but won't admit cause of what happened next.
She ran into him
Now if the little heart shaped vial she had been clutching ever so tightly hadn't of slipped out of her hands when they were thrust into his chest, Marcus would have disregarded the whole scene and might have asked her out.
But of course that wasn't what happened in this world.
The vial had slipped and fell onto the stone path, breaking instantly and sending red smoke up. It had empowered the both of them and they stood there for a moment gasping and coughing for air. That's when what ever was in the vial hit him, though he didn't (and still doesn't) know what it was. For a moment it was a blank space, but most of the ones who watched said he had screamed at the girl pretty good, and she had screamed back herself. But, it wasn't until Marcus had called her a usual "Gryffindor Whore" did she start running past him. Some said she cried, other said she plotted his downfall.
All Marcus knew at the moment was she was standing in front of him.
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