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Running, Hiking, Quidditch, Guitar, Flirting, Flirting via playing guitar, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, DRAGONS, THINKING ABOUT DRAGONS, READING ABOUT DRAGONS, Avoiding schoolwork
Character Age: 16
Blood Status: Halfblood
Application Link: http://ltm.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=217
Plotter link: http://ltm.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=224
Lyrics/Quote: "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wanna hang out?"
Special Abilities/Race: Special Ability: Sheer Adorableness
Biography: I discovered the outdoors and never went back in.
Relationship Status: Slutty and Highly Distractible
Joined: 1-July 16
Last Seen: Sep 13 2016, 01:15 AM
Local Time: Mar 21 2018, 07:25 PM
114 posts (0.2 per day)
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Sep 11 2016, 09:14 PM
Early January, 2036
Fiona was his steady running buddy, but sometimes Marc found himself out alone, whether because she was sick or otherwise busy or whatever it was. Today was one of those days, and he'd decided to take the 10K route and take it slow. So he'd been running for about half an hour when he heard the strange noise that encouraged him to stop.
The noise was a sort of whining, crooning-type sound. He didn't immediately recognize it for what it was, but it was definitely the sort of thing to snag him right by the heartstrings. So Marc came to a stop and listened. He had to wait for nearly a full minute before he heard the sound again, and then he followed it. He'd been running just along the border of the Forbidden Forest, where it was still safe, and he had to go about ten feet into the forest itself in order to find the source of the sound. So he was very much on guard as he made his way toward the whining.
And then ... "Ohhh, no, buddy!" he crooned when he saw the tiny wolf. It was lying down on its side, panting, and kept licking at one of its hind legs and its belly. He couldn't tell what the specifics were, but it was obviously injured and crying out in pain. Marc's face crumpled. He had to do something!
He was almost preternaturally good with animals, but this was still a wolf, so he couldn't just go stomping toward it. Instead, he knelt down on his haunches and talked softly to the creature as he inched ever closer. Marc was moving as slowly and subtly as he ever had, which was hard. He pulled out his wand, but then he just sort of stared at it.
Using some spells would help him get closer to the animal and, ideally, provide it with some medical care. But the thing was that Marc was horrible at magic. Sure, Care of Magical Creatures was one of the few classes he was good at, but still. There was no professor here to help make sure that he didn't screw up. There was just him and his wand and an injured baby wolf, and he really, really didn't want to hurt it any worse.
Aug 2 2016, 03:24 AM
Marc swung the bottle, listening to the swishing sound the liquid inside it made as it traced its haphazard arc through the air. He'd consumed three-quarters of the bottle all on his own, and really quickly, and none of it had been a good idea. It wasn't like he was a heavyweight; he'd only been drunk twice before, and now he was thoroughly wasted. Dangerously wasted.
"I don't want a brother, Marc."
I don't want a brother. I don't want a brother. I don't want a brother.
Was that actually what he meant? Or did he just mean "I don't want you"? Because why would he? Hell, their dad hadn't wanted him. It wasn't like he had all that much to offer. He was just a dumbass and a slut and an attention-seeker with no actual talents.
He unscrewed the cap, even though he'd just put it back on a minute before. He took another long swig. He staggered, sort of caught himself against a tree, and slipped to the ground. His hand burned where the skin tore against the roughness of the tree bark. It burned but didn't hurt, which seemed weird.
Marc struggled in an attempt to stand up, then leaned back against the tree, completely unable to rise to his feet. He reached out for a plant, any plant, and tore it up as best he could despite the hardness of the frosty earth. He crushed it in his hand, and then he was weeping again.
I don't want a brother I don't want a brother I don't want you Who could ever want you You're a waste You're pathetic You're a moron Can you even spell your own name Group R Group R Group R
And then he was wailing loudly like a wounded animal
Jul 28 2016, 01:29 AM
Honora helped Marc spell this letter so that, if Rachel tried to read it, it would just say "Fuck off, Rachel!"
Im sorry I made you upset. I dont realy know how to explain it but Im not dating Jessie and I never was. I guess I just kiss people for fun becase its a nice way to spend time. But maybe thats wrong or something. I dont know. I didnt think it was so I was realy suprised by everything.
I used to have a spell-corecting quill but it ran out of ink so now I dont know how my speling is. See I guess Im not realy very smart. About anything. Like words or people or seems like not making people upset. Also I never actully had a guy like me back before. So I didnt think you did.
Anyway I think Im even worse at writing then I am at talking so I think it would be good if we talked. So if you want to just write me back when and where and we can talk.
Jul 27 2016, 03:01 PM
Mid-December, 2035 - A Few Days After The Awkwardness
OK, so, he'd thought this through. He didn't really want to do this possibly-disastrous conversation in public, but after careful consideration, he'd realized that Jessie might not be too welcoming if he approached her in private. Given the whole ... propositioning her ... thing. And the way she'd reacted to that. He didn't wanna come off as any more of a creeper than he already had.
Man, how bizarre was that? To the best of his knowledge, Marc had never creeped someone out that way. This year was just ridiculous. Everything kept changing. It was like his voice had finally stopped cracking and he'd just become one big lump of overstimulated hormones.
All right, though. It was OK. He could stop focusing on the problem and focus instead on the solution. He'd gone to Zonko's and gotten two more of those awesome yo-yos, and one was for Jessie. Surely, now that a few days had passed, he'd be able to give her the yo-yo and just get away with never talking about the excruciatingly awkward thing? And then, if she ever had another moment of weakness and came onto him, he would steadfastly refuse.
... Yeah. He would totally do that. Totally ...
He took a deep, steadying breath as he stood in the doorway to the Great Hall and scanned the Hufflepuff table for his friend. There she was. OK. And there was an empty space next to her. All right. He was just gonna act totally normal and they were gonna go back to regular friendship. OK. Good. That was the plan.
"Hey!" he said, smiling as he sat down next to Jessie. He immediately offered the yo-yo as some sort of distraction from her anger at him. "Check this out! It's super fun. It makes the shape of whatever you tell it to."
Jul 25 2016, 03:40 PM
Marc was about to turn 16 and had been given pretty much the best birthday present ever! Like, OK, maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was just another guy with the same name, but ... well, frankly, that kind of stuff wasn't really crossing his mind. He'd seen the name Gregory Sharpe and immediately latched onto the idea that he had a secret brother right here at Hogwarts and no amount of rationality or common sense was about to convince him otherwise. And that's why he was lurking outside the doors into the Great Hall. Like a stalker.
It didn't really occur to him how creepy he was being, because Marc was, of course, oblivious like that.
He'd sort of watched the kid a little bit, just to be sure that he was thinking of the right one. It had taken a while to hear somebody call him by name, since Mal apparently didn't have a lot of friends. Well, that was OK. Marc would help him out with that! Under Marc's tutelage, Mal would blossom like crazy and everything would be fantastic and wonderful and they would put their arms around each other's shoulders and tell brother secrets and Marc would write him a brother song and they'd go to each other's houses and holy crap this was gonna be awesome!
It seemed like he'd been waiting for ages, and Marc had become super distracted thinking about hot people he wanted to kiss, and he nearly missed Mal's exit entirely. The kid walked quietly, like he just wanted to fade into the shadows and go unnoticed. He was alone, too. And now he was walking away from Marc, head down, shoulders hunched, and Marc was not about to miss his opportunity.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, pushing off the wall and full-on running toward the younger kid. "Mal! Wait up! Hey!"